A reminder of something I sometimes lose track of.
Hope is a necessary ingredient of recovery. Without it there is no reason, no impetus to even try. Bad times become more than an event, a point in the process of life. They become where we are stuck. In a way they become who we are. When nothing we do matters then nothing we are tends to matter long. When effort makes no sense eventually we stop making any.
One of the quickest ways to destroy someone’s sense of hope is to tell them a personal defiency they are born with is going to cause problems with virtually every important aspect of their life, that these problems are going to be chronic and intractable, and that as a result the quality of life they experience will be seriously diminished. For many this is their experience of what it means…
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