Some of us living in one day at a time recovery have lived many years not knowing that we are ill. We didn’t see our vulnerabilities. What some of us don’t understand is that the childhood passivity that we had as a child has never left us. We didn’t see that our inability to set boundaries exists to this day is because no-one or few, accepted or accepts them. In this day our frailty is exposed easily and we are dismissed with a whim. It could be because when we were alone and on our own we were taught to accept that scraps and seconds were good enough for us. How could we set boundaries with our providers. The system of meritocracy instills this in us. After all some of us are disabled. We have been since we were children but we grew up to be scorned adults. Nonetheless we have enough self-worth in ourselves to know we are valued by some. After many years of living in recovery some of us realized yes we have an illness and we have tried and still try to be as productive as we can. People who are like us are inextricably positively connected to those we are akin with. We would be surprised what some of us do. It’s a miracle that we can live in recovery and exist in our wonderfully broken and beautifully challenged reality. We have a mental illness. It’s difficult to live with but we can be okay. Now we know. Welcome to life. Peace.
