Okay, deep breaths. Just got off the phone with my mom and I'm FUMING. She meant well, I know she did, but the whole "when are you going to put this behind you and just move on with your life" thing just about sent me over the edge. Like, what even is that?! This IS my life! My recovery IS my life. It's not something you just "put behind you" like a bad hair day. It's an ongoing journey a daily choice. She just doesn't get it. It's so frustrating trying to explain something so fundamental to someone who just wants to sweep it under the rug. I guess it's easier for them to pretend it never happened than to really see the work I'm doing. Ugh. Just needed to get that off my chest. So grateful for this space where we actually understand each other. ❤️‍🩹