I’m at war with myself. I feel stable on the surface but there is an edge like something is around the corner. Something dark. Why can’t us with mental illness just enjoy life? Why does everything have a dark cloud? This is why recovery seems so hard and impossible. I can’t just take things at face value. I say this picture about recovery.
I just don’t know if I’m ever recovered even for a day. But I must be as yesterday was a stable day so was I recovered for a day? I’m sorry I keep bringing this up but I really can’t get my head around it.