This morning while sitting in church, a million things going on in my head my Pastor said something that got me thinking. “The first step to getting out of a cave is stepping into recovery.” When I heard this my mind went immediately to all of the recoveries we go through, and ended up on some that we may not see the same way.
I guess the one I immediately think of when I hear recovery is from something physical. A friend of mine had a freak accident last week and ended up with a bullet wound in his leg leading to a fractured bone. He is going to have to recover from surgery and recover from the gunshot wound.
In my life I have been around another major recovery, the recovery from addiction. I have never been addicted to drugs or alcohol but I have seen how debilitating it can be, I’ve watched it tear relationships apart, and destroy people who I thought were invincible. I have seen the celebration at the end of addiction in the life of recovery.
Today we were talking about recovery of yourself, your identity, who God created you to be. For me this one hit kinda hard. I have lost myself, who I am, the person I loved for more time than I care to admit. Recovery of that kind takes great wherewithal to know you’re missing and an amazing amount of strength to get you back.
Where I ended up was the kind of recovery that will shape the “Who” you will become on the back side. How long does it take to recover from a toxic relationship? To recover from being emotionally abused and made to feel less than in the eyes of someone who “loved” you and therefore in your eyes as well. How long does this recovery take?
What about recovery from demons inside your own mind. What about recovering from guilt, from shame, even from pride. How long does it take your mind to realize the footholds you have allowed these things to find, from the roots that have grown through your day to day? When this recovery happens who can you turn to, where can you find peace?
As often the case I don’t have answers I just have questions. I have been struggling through recovery, often alone, often in a miserable place, and always in pain. I have said before my misery doesn’t like company so I will suffer in silence. That stops here, for all of us. If you don’t have the support you need let me know I’ll be that support. If I can’t help, I can listen.
Never forget, I love you more!
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