By Tom PylePosted November 14, 2018 08:27:15I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually glad I quit exercising.
I never would have been so sure, but after a long, hard slog I have come to realize I was right.
I can’t believe it, but here I am.
I still think I’ve got a lot of work to do, but the last six months have been a lot easier than I thought I would be.
It’s been a tough road to follow.
I started off the year with a lot going on in my life, and I was so overwhelmed that I was unable to even think about the people and things that I care about the most.
Then, just as I was about to embark on a month of total sobriety, I lost everything.
My mom passed away and I lost my father.
Then, at the very last moment, I was faced with the reality that I had to go.
The journey began when I went to visit my dad in the hospital.
I remember him walking in and out of the room, his eyes wide and tears in his eyes.
He was there for more than 20 minutes.
When I arrived he had already put his arm around me and said, “Don’t let this get to you.”
I could feel the weight of it.
It was a great weight on my shoulders, and when I left the room he said, I knew I had just lost a friend.
I was devastated.
I had a long day of rehab and then a week of recovery.
My father was back to work, and the next day I was at home recovering from the loss of my mom.
It felt like a new chapter in my journey to recovery, and it wasn’t long before I was feeling better and better.
When I was ready to move on, my doctors told me that I needed to see a psychiatrist.
It turns out that when a patient leaves the hospital with a chronic health condition, there are often things that can make the person feel worse.
My doctor told me to go to a physical therapist for help, but when I tried to go the doctor was not willing to do anything because it was too late.
I decided to just sit it out.
I’m not sure why I was thinking that, but it just felt right to me.
I’ve had mental health issues before, but this was the first time I had a mental health issue that was so severe that I couldn’t even consider having a doctor help me.
It wasn’t until I began therapy that I started seeing the therapist and her advice made me realize that the person who treated me was in fact a friend of mine.
As I began the journey, I thought, This is it.
I’ll stop being an alcoholic and just do yoga.
I can’t wait to begin a full-time recovery.
I didn’t think I would end up at all.
It took me three years to get my life back on track.
At the beginning, I didn`t have the strength to even walk.
My legs would hurt and I would just fall over.
But after six months of intensive therapy and treatment, I got back to walking and running.
After that I got to know the other patients, and now they all support me and are there for me.
One woman even said, You can do whatever you want with your life.
It’s not that I didn´t want to, but you have to do it for yourself.