Two steps forward, one step back... and occasionally I tumble head over heels all the way to the bottom of a hill. **SPLAT**
But guess what? My recovery friends are there. They pick me up, brush me off, take the brambles out of my hair, and they encourage me to start back up the hill. They'll be there to climb it with me. Sometimes they even laugh with me and say, "Now THAT was interesting, wasn't it? What might you do differently next time?"
Let's start back up the hill together, ok?
Cats