Recovery Month all month, but just one day at a time
I am, I suppose, in recovery. I raise a slight doubt about it, only because it has been so long since I went into recovery - late in the last century - that there are times when I think that I have probably come out the other side of it by now.
And most of the time, in truth, I hardly think about it at all. Which may not be entirely wise, though it may also best the best of all outcomes - or given the mysterious nature of these processes, it may be some strange combination of both.
I was reminded of it last week with the launch of Recovery Month by the Rutland Centre at an event in the Mansion House attended by the Minister for Health and various interested parties, who are essentially putting it out there that there is such a thing as recovery from addiction, and that it can improve your life beyond recognition.