Recovery was a total freestyle. Like for many sufferers conventional wisdom and treatment felt to a certain extent both illegitimate and dishonest to me. Yet to argue with a sane person about the premise of craziness, whilst still in crisis, is like trying to pick up rice with chopsticks whilst drunk. Or something like that. Even if you could do it whilst sober, whilst unstable you lack the mental capacity and skills required to argue your position. Although they offered me a place to share how I felt, they could not support me in the way that I wanted to heal, in the way that felt right for me. So I winged it. Totally winged it. And some how, I flew somewhere that felt closer to home.