So where do we go from here then? Well I guess that depends where we are.
But there is no doubt in my mind, after all these words this week, that getting better was the right decision to make. In fact, perhaps it was the only decision to make.
Go away from this week ready to speak; learn to talk and hear and be again, for these are the basics you have forgotten. In amongst your madness and mayhem there have been foreign wars and broken regimes, joyful births and moving funerals, fresh dew on every lawn and birds that sing. Most all though, there has been talk of you and me, of our dreadful disease and a breaking of the silence that encapsulates the stigma that we have faced.
Recovery does not have to be all once, in one big gush of food, locked bathrooms and therapy suites. It can be gradual and the most permanent recovery probably is - slow and steady wins the race as the tortoise showed the hare.
And if you are reading this and deep down within the strings of your heart you know you need help then now is the time to say something. Because it doesn't have to hurt and it doesn't have to be so awful every single day, you can get better and I hope that these words have helped to prove that a little.