I quit my job of thirteen years, partly because my arms and shoulders were damaged from all the years of handling heavy books in an environment designed for people nearly a foot taller than I am, and with correspondingly longer arms. I'd get therapy and repair rotator cuffs, etc, enough to go back to work--only to re-damage everything again.
Now I'm resting and rehabbing. But did you know there's a rebound effect? It's much like abusing the body with alcohol, then quitting ... initially things may get worse.
My muscles, tendons, yes--even my bones!--hurt more than ever. Nothing brings relief, not even the old standby of cold packs/hot packs.
That Brown Ale in the grocery aisle whispered my name yesterday. Every liquor store I pass invites me to hunt for a new or favorite single malt.
The addiction just rose out of its grave, as fully alive and strong and ready to take me down as it was when I laid it to rest. Great, just great. My bipolar monster will be so delighted to have company ... Monsters and wreckage. What a legacy.