First, we were told to work from home. Then, we were notified schools were closed for two weeks. I did a little victory and thought “what a dream come true.” I liked the idea of a more relaxed routine compared to the constant running-around I am used to. I loved the idea of wearing leggings every day. And I was looking forward to spending more quality time with my child. Within the first few days that dream was shattered.

It felt alarmingly similar to the last days of my active use. I knew it was unhealthy, that I didn’t have to do it, and that there was a better way. I had no control over what was going on in the world around me, but I had control over what I allowed to rent space in my head and how I responded to it all. I decided it was time to break the cycle of self-inflicted harm.
I went back to the basics that I was taught in early recovery:
- I depend on a strict routine and schedule – I adapted my “normal” routine to accommodate social distancing, working remotely, and home-schooling. I pay special attention to my bedtime routine and setting an alarm to wake up at a consistent time.
- The news can keep me up thinking at night- I only allow myself to watch/read after dinner, so it is not too close to bedtime.
- Skipping meals affects my mood- I must be self-disciplined to take a break during mealtimes.
- My recovery community and supports are essential to my overall well-being- I utilize https://nerna.org/nerna-virtual-meetings/ to attend virtual meetings. (And if I’m being honest, it’s quite convenient. I get my recovery on my couch, in my comfy clothes, with snacks!)
- My mental health is a priority- I have weekly calls with my therapist instead of face to face appointments.
- Remaining grateful changes my perspective- I make a daily gratitude list. It helps me to stay optimistic and appreciate the little things.
- Being of service to others is an essential part of my recovery process- This is a perfect opportunity for me to help support my community.
A week ago, I felt like the next few weeks were going to last “fooooorever”. I remember when I felt that way about sustained recovery… Thankfully I was taught to focus on the 24 hours I have today, and eventually those 24 hours add up to days, weeks, and before we know it, months. Soon, this scary time will be a memory and a story we share with future generations. When I apply what I have learned in recovery to this current crisis, I realize I am well equipped to adapt and handle it.