Recovery means healing to me; both physically and mentally.  I began this journey after I got home. I know some people don’t like the word journey, but I use this word to describe the path we take throughout our lives.  There are straight paths, curvy paths, long, short, bumpy and so many ways to describe the events in our lives.  I have even thought of life as a roller coaster at times.  You never know what is around the next corner or hill, but you have to be brave.  This is not always easy and a lot of the time it feels scary and out of my control.  However, I have learned that I can control how I deal and feel my way through life.  I want to be brave, loving and inspiring.

So once I was home I had to learn a lesson: how to ask for help.  In the last few years I have prided myself on my ability to be self sufficient and provide for my daughter and I.  I am stubborn and don’t always do well with asking for help.  During my recovery I had to ask for a lot of help and in turn felt helpless 😦

I can’t say I am ALOT better at this, but a little better.  Even though it is now a running joke with my daughter that I am Wonder Woman I can’t do it all.  It is good to know your limits and allow yourself to ask for help when you reach your limits.