I’ve noticed that enduring my husband’s addiction and recovery journey has often kicked me into ‘positivity coach’ role. I set everything aside to care for him through the darkest days - it was a natural instinct seeing him in so much pain, day-to-day concerns paled in comparison. I was surprised at how quickly those dark days left my consciousness in his first years of recovery.
Now with a few more years on I’m realizing there’s a wide open space I’m soaking into - getting to know myself more again and my body - I realize I’ve felt pretty out of touch.
Interested if this feeling resonates with you all, or anyone out there?
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