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Recovery

I entered the eye of the storm today. No respite was the mantra that I heard in a therapist office almost 40 years ago. I went to a local crisis center with this in mind. I relived the context that precipitated a time of chaos.
FLASHBACK: a crush-no one understands. Mom late life pregnancy. Dad working over time. I am one month from resuming ministerial studies. Panic is setting in. We see an unfamiliar face. There is no respite for me and therefore I was resigned to going to a State Hospital. On this day about 40 years ago I repeat those same words. There is such a place after all. I leave with a much lighter heart. There is a place for respite after all. I am hopeful for keeping in mind how I am never far from creating a safe place for myself. The words no respite no longer have power. I am finally cast into a place called recovery, recovering!!!