Remembering Who You Are

In my twenties, I came across a definition of recovery that really resonated with me:

Recovery is remembering who you are, and using your strengths to become all that you were meant to be.

It felt obvious to me. I never thought of people being fundamentally broken, and needing to be fixed.

This definition suggested people could return to the wholeness that was their birthright.

Over the years, I've noticed something interesting.

When people begin finding their footing again, they often return to things they once loved.

They start writing.

Painting.

Playing music.

Gardening.

Dreaming.

Creating.

The very things that had quietly disappeared begin to reappear.

From the outside, it can look like transformation.

From the inside, it often feels more like recognition.

Less becoming someone new.

More remembering someone familiar.

A return to yourself.