The day I was admitted to hospital, my mum put this quote on my wall, right in front of my bed, so whenever I questioned if I could get through the day I was reminded that I could and I would.
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
I believe the first step to recovery is acknowledging you have a problem.
I knew there was something wrong with me but until I was admitted to hospital I don’t think I realised just how unwell I had become.
Once I accepted that I was in the best place, once I accepted that recovering was worth the fight, I began to move forward. Slow and steady, forwards and sometimes backwards but I had taken that first step. That single step in the right direction to a life of freedom.
Some days that “single step” meant just getting out of bed, sometimes it meant calling a friend to chat, sometimes it meant going for a walk down the hospital corridor. No matter how small the step was, it was a step on my journey and on my way to recovery.
I had many days when I was completely overwhelmed, many weeks when I had more days I wanted to give up than days I wanted to continue fighting but that quote inspired me. It reminded me that no matter how small the step may be, as long as I was stepping towards a life of freedom, I was on the way to recovery.