My Recovery Process
My recovery story begins in 2005. I wasn’t aware of that at the time. But looking back, it’s easy to see that this is when I started down the path of healing.
My environment at that time mirrored the circumstances of my initial experiences of trauma. Comfortless, powerless, intimidated, and totally resigned to that reality.
I had lost my job, relationship, car. Everything, actually. And when I thought of reaching out, I realized there wasn’t anyone to reach out to.
It was then, that I figured out that, apparently, relationships are more important than whatever the fuck I had been doing with my life up until now.
I had some time on my hands, and I thought of how I might develop the skills that would be valuable in building and maintaining connection to others.
The first step I took was to work on paying attention to those around me. I wanted to make an effort to ask for and remember their names. I have often heard others say that they weren’t good with names.
But with the conscious effort, I found it wasn’t difficult to keep track the labels assigned to the people I met. Eventually, it became nature to inquire, and use their names when speaking to them. All of which helped to master a new, social, skill.
In the quiet evening hours I would read. The small local library had an assortment, and I quickly tired of novels. I had read the available John Grisham titles, (even A Painted House).
Eventually, I started on non-fiction, and found myself captivated with what I could learn.