Without Proving It First
I can learn to ignore the cracks in my own internal makeup for quite a while. I can adjust to not having my life fit together right for a while, but over time if I don’t do the work to get life back into plumb and restored, the wall will fall down and the cracks will take over.[via A Labyrinthine Journey]
I have to remember that. And I sometimes wish people would be able to understand that as well, but to do that I have to become a walking illness and that doesn’t fit well with the idea of working toward recovery. There is a fine line between being open and honest about my illness, and obsessing about it to the point of becoming identified as the illness.