It’s easy for me to fall into the trap of running on empty. Life gets busy? The first thing to slide is anything remotely fun, relaxing or joyful. Family tragedy? I’m in fix-it mode - far too busy for trivial things like meditation or surfing. Feeling lost? Hopeless? Like the world’s biggest loser? How dare I do anything for myself? That voice in my head tells me I need to get busy hustling for my worth, proving myself to everyone on the planet that I’m a worthwhile human being. That means over-working, overthinking and over-achieving, running myself into the ground until everything comes crashing down.  

Recovery isn’t linear. It doesn’t start at hopeless and end at ‘healed’. It’s two steps forwards and one step back. It’s a long walk, one foot in front of the other, and then it’s freefalling into anxiousness and a spiral into doom and gloom. Progress isn’t perfection, it’s awareness and acceptance.