I was going to try to write about recovery but one paragraph just winded me. I guess all I can say right now is that I go from feeling fantastic, to feeling just plain miserable, physically. I have moments where I’m happy and content and then spiral into feeling completely and utterly alone. EVEN THOUGH, I am surrounded by my loving family. There are headaches and dizziness. Then, there are other times that my meds make me feel like I’m in a warm fuzzy cocoon. Recovery is a trip. I’ll be glad when it’s behind me.