cereal.
The cereal swims in the bowl, innocently enough
It’s cold and sugary and terrifying
I struggle to take a breath
I watch it float, the minutes tick
Recovery can only be put off for so long
With a silver spoon
I swallow my pride
And eat my poison.
The first bite is hard
As is the second
And third
But I continue to eat it
Because this is essential
Essential-Adjective
Absolutely necessary; extremely important
How can I get better
If I can’t even eat my cereal?
I take my fourth bite
And my fifth
And my sixth
The taste is sickeningly sweet
But I’m beginning to appreciate it
It hasn’t touched my tongue in many months
Like many things that scare me
I take my seventh bite
And my eighth
And my ninth
The bowl is nearly empty
I stare into it, exhausted
There’s a lump in my throat but I’ve done it
This is recovery.
Recovery-noun
A return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength
I have my own definition now
Recovery-noun
Fighting to be better than I was before, in health, mind, and strength.
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