Three years ago I started inpatient treatment at a psych and trauma hospital. Sometimes I wonder what I have gained besides fat, a LOT of meds, a new career, expanded identity, a little more insight into who I am, a loathing for people who hurt others and a clarified understanding of a God who loves, especially, in the dark.
Other than that its been a bust.
Change is hard and because of that it is seldom voluntary. When change happens it is a mixed bag of potential and manure. The challenge is being able to equally appreciate both, holding both in your hands with gratitude in your heart for what they may bring you.