Imo was driving.
I was sitting in the passenger seat.
Outside the window,
wide land stretched out, flat and quiet,
with a low sky hanging above it.
The road felt endless.
Inside the campervan, it was calm.
We didn’t talk much.
We didn’t need to.
There was something comforting about the rhythm —
the tires on the road,
the gentle vibration moving through the seat,
the steady sense of forward motion.
I wasn’t thinking about what came next.
I wasn’t planning.
I wasn’t checking myself.
I was simply there.
Before all of this, I don’t think I could have done that.
I always needed to be alert.
To understand everything.
To be in control.
Now, I didn’t.
The campervan was moving forward.
That was enough.
I could feel it in my body —
not excitement,
not fear,
just quiet acceptance.
For the first time in a long while,
I wasn’t trying to catch up with life.
I was letting it carry me.
This wasn’t a dramatic beginning.
No big moment.
No clear turning point.
Just a campervan on the road,
and me inside it,
able to stay.
And that was how the journey truly began.recoveryjourney

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