You know that feeling you get sometimes when you arrive home after a long day at work or a trip away? How you take a deep breath of relief as you walk through the door?
Maybe you change quickly out of your outside clothes and slip your feet into your favorite slippers or put on your pajamas. If you are like me, you feel almost immediate comfort returning to your sacred space, knowing that you are surrounded by the people and things that make your life uniquely yours.
This is what coming home to ourselves in recovery can feel like: stepping across the threshold of a new way of being, figuring out what comforts and feeds our spirit when we are no longer bound to the external stresses of maladaptive behaviors. It's important to acknowledge here that sometimes we have a lot of work to do to ensure that our literal home is a welcoming sanctuary, which can then provide the setting required for continued healing and growth.
Leaving an abusive marriage was what made home safe again for me, and that, more than anything else, paved the way for me to figure out how to come home to myself personally. Keep doing the work; all of your unique versions of home await you.