I remember early in recovery, not being afraid of where I was going but being afraid of the transition...the in between. I was accustomed to the chaos in my life, of the adrenaline rushes and anxiety attacks. I KNEW how to live with all that...I did not know how to live with peace, joy or self-esteem. Venturing into that strange land scared me to death.
I learned that "in between" was a healing place, a place to rest and let go of old ideas and dream of better days ahead.
It was when I was "in between" that I did my best thinking. That was where I decided what I wanted my life to look like, and where I set about making a plan to make my new dreams come true.
It was where I closed the door on the past and prepared to open the door of "new beginnings".