As a depressive, I fear that hole. Once it appears, I know I’ll fall into it. My poor daughter, an addict now in early recovery, is a depressive, too, but also frequently crashed, too. I don’t know how she endured it. I admire her. She’s endured more than I ever could — yet here she is, sober again, trying to put back together the shattered pieces of her life.
I admire you, too, and anyone who recovers from drug addiction. I seem unable to just stay off cigarettes.
Congratulations on your sobriety and thanks for sharing your story.