One of the hardest parts of recovery is the concept of letting go of what is old and familiar, but what we don't want, and being willing to stand with our hands empty while we wait for God to fill them.
This was the hard part for me, letting go of what was familiar. For me it was chaos and crazy living...sounds strange but I KNEW what to do with it and I knew how to live that way. Insanity had become my "normal" and I didn't know how to live any other way. I didn't even know who I was anymore.
Before I could move forward, I had to find meetings and remain "in between" until I could find my balance and the courage to change. I had to find faith that the path ahead would be better than the path I was leaving behind. I had to learn to live a healthy, happy life...something that had eluded me for a very long time.
Sometimes, to get from where we are to where we are going, we have to be willing to be in between.
It's just a very good place to be.