I have been busy, but also not. I would say that anyone's recovery from abuse and resulting/preceding spirals of shame and depression can take as damn long as they like.
I think I am no where near better
I have no idea what that (better) means. It is a horrid concept when you have a mental illness as it seems so far away = better = normal? And then we have the 8th grade philosophy discussion about what is normal.
What? You guys didn't do 8th grade philosophy?
In my experience - It can be crippling to think about not being a ball of failure when you are not even totally sure what makes you a ball of failure except that everything makes you a ball of failure.
But as it is a easy parallel to make to another disease (at least as a literary devise) lets say that I do think I am in remission.
And that it has all really come together in my head in the last 2 months.
I have not been writing cos I just didn't have anything that I needed to write. ... But lately I have started to scratch things out on the handwriting app on my google phone thingy.
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argh it's never ending to think of normal-schmormal, who's normal? take as damn long as you like, think things, write things, validate yourself, refuse to think in stereotypes or measure yourself against some physchological benchmark that's like something out of the corner of your eye and moves everytime you try to look at it. In my experience, you'll only know where you've been when you travel further, and look back, and marvel at your own strength.
You rock.
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