Many of us in recovery can feel the urge to catch up with our life — as though we are making up for lost time that we spent in our illness.
We busy ourselves to make our lives look a certain way, expecting to find joy in our successes. But joy doesn’t work that way.
I once thought, that when I had recovered from an eating disorder, that it would bring me joy — and not just joy; it would be sustaining, long-lasting joy.
I committed myself to getting better and trying harder, thinking that, if I did this, I would find joy sitting under a rock or atop a mountain, patiently waiting for me. Once I found it, I would live happily ever after.
Some of the many ways that I desperately sought joy in recovery