Wow, something I've actually got an answer for, because it's been years in the making since my doc first asked me the same thing!
Scary thing, that...
First and foremost: I'm recovering for the girl I remember. The girl whose back finally broke like that of the proverbial camel when that last straw was added to the pile.
She's in there somewhere, I know she is, and I want her to breathe freely again one day.
I'm recovering to stick it to those who brought all that straw into this particular camel's life.
I'm recovering for those who could not.
I'm recovering for those select few I want to be the best version of me I can possibly be for. Those who believe I can do this. The people I want to prove right.
And, no use denying, there's "my vet", who actually falls into that last category already, but deserves his own point because he needs someone to prove to him that recovery is possible, and no matter what may happen to "us" in the future, whether it's what he believes, what I'm afraid of, or something in between, if I can be his vanguard on this godawful, dark path, I bloody well WILL be.
All that, plus that deep and burning desire to out-stubborn the Beast.
It may be running me ragged some (many!) days, but it's gotta run out of steam eventually, and when it does, I want to be in a place from where I can pounce. I'm the one keeping my mind alive, it's NOT going to control me forever, and if any part of my subcon truly thinks otherwise, it's sadly mistaken. :cautious::shifty::cautious::sneaky: