When I chose recovery, I felt like I was so behind in my life that I had to make time up quickly. I had to straighten out, smarten up, and get a move on.
Or so I thought. My pace in early recovery can best be described as frantic.
I barreled through the Twelve Steps in the first couple of years, went to work to get off welfare and take care of my daughters, and barely had my feet on the ground before I dove into intensive therapy and went back to school. I stayed in school for thirteen years.
I got so used to busy that I turned into a workaholic. If you are early in recovery, even if your life feels like a train wreck (mine was), I'd like to give you some advice that I wish I had taken myself (more than a few people gave it to me).
Work hard at your recovery, get yourself together, and sort out your life. But don't try to fix everything at once.