For those used to writing about the weight of depression, happiness seems hard to define as something solid.
Category: tw: abuse
Looking back on recovery
And by no means has ‘recovery’ been perfect. I managed to get myself into a nightmarish relationship straight afterwards, was further emotionally traumatised by Will.. uhh I mean Bill, and ended up quitting my whole life in Oxford. But, at no point since Recovery Day no.1 did I reach the lowest ever again. Why?
Because I knew I could fucking handle it.
A Vegan Adventurer 