My gratitude for being fully recovered is immeasurable. And yes, I was fortunate enough to have the benefit of a strong daily support group. I had the time to devote to figuring out my version. I had the economic safety net. But most of all, I had patience and a focused priority to get well above all else.
For several years, I did nothing but follow the protocol – every minute, every hour, every day, every month till I was sick of it. Till I hated it. Till I wanted to ignore everything that I had learned and just get back into my life. I was sick of watching others live. I was sick of not being who I could be. I was sick of the comments of others. But I fought every normal urge and just kept plugging away at the protocol. Did I ever cheat? In the beginning, of course I did. But it only got me sicker. So when I finally got serious, I stuck with the protocol relentlessly. And that’s when recovery began to slowly happen.
Yesterday, I planted two new rose bushes. I was a sweaty mess covered with a layer of dirt and I was thinking about how this seemed like a miracle. But it wasn’t. It was the result of lots of sacrifice that on a daily basis I truly hated. But in the long run, it was SO worth it. Please COMMENT on this blog or Send in your thoughts and I’ll post them with your permission. You can use the Contact Form or send an email to Martha at DefeatCFS dot net. And Guest Blogs are most welcome!
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Be Well Again,