Déjà Vu.

Déjà Vu.

When people talk about deja vu and that feeling of going back in time suddenly not being present in the now but watching the past evolve for a split second I never really understood. As we face similar moments in our lives but nothing is inherently the same as something that happened days or years ago.

However, recently I have come to the conclusion that the feeling of deja vu can happen even if the moment is shockingly different from another, but just one thing fits into place just as it did before.

A date, a time, a feeling…


Remembrance Sunday, just gone, marked one of those moments for me. I had been reflective the week prior, considering how far I had come in the past year, and recently. However when I stood at work and should have been celebrating and honoring the bravery and courage of those who gave their lives so I could have mine. My mind wandered.

It wandered back to the same day a year ago. When I stood 15 meters away in the staffroom doorway at work, bowed my head for two minutes of silence. I relived myself a year ago, listening to the child cry and the embarrassed parent attempt to silently silence them.

Mostly though when my mind wandered, I thought about the version of me that stood there a year ago compared to the version of me standing in the same building surrounded by the same people a year later. How much stronger I was. I was okay.

How I knew everything would be okay.

And I thanked my workplace and the people I stood shoulder to shoulder with for being there a year later.

For those two minutes, my mind was entirely preoccupied in the best possible way. The hope I had spent so long preaching and convincing myself of became real. Those two minutes reminded me that I am winning as long as I am still standing. 


Since my journey of recovery has begun I have become rather philosophical about life. Firmly believing that I will be where I am supposed to be when I am supposed to be there. And that everything happens for a reason.

The more challenges I face and the longer I live my journey I have come to trust the process. I may sometimes do this in the fetal position as giving in is easier than it sounds. Though I always eventually give in and things work out.

I find myself talking and thinking a lot about my progress and my recovery at the minute, I think it’s because it is so shockingly apparent right now how my baby steps have covered a real distance.

I don’t think anyone truly believes themselves when they start therapy and their process to tomorrow. As in my case I repeatedly said I was good enough, it echoed deep within me but never quite resonated. Then it started to stay but soon left me again. Like a butterfly, beautiful up close but so hard to get it to sit still so you can admire it.

I think maybe recovery isn’t about catching the butterfly or learning to move just as fast as it does. Instead, it is about opening your mind, soul, and body so you do not need to see or feel your worth, your value and overwhelming adequacy yet you know it is always there.

It is harder work to open your mind to what you cannot see, hear, touch or smell than it is to chase a butterfly all day. The work is invisible and you can never tell how close you are to finally, succeeding. That’s the cruel curse of recovery though, it requires hard work, patience, and the fight is invisible, then the results come all at once.


This Remembrance Sunday offered me a glimpse into what my life can become, showing me what I can accomplish… with baby steps. Reminding me that my future existed with hope.

Here’s to my next moment of déjà vu whenever that may be.

Tomorrow shall come. 

Become your very own butterfly.

Today Tomorrow Forever,


Songs: You Gotta Be. – Des’ree // Yellow. – Coldplay


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  1. 22/12/2019 / 21:37

    Love this line, so so true: That’s the cruel curse of recovery though, it requires hard work, patience, and the fight is invisible, then the results come all at once.

    • 23/12/2019 / 20:34

      How I have missed you Matt, I can’t wait to read your new book. Thank You for continuing to read my Blog maybe 2020 is the year consistency shall come? Emotions seem to come like that with me too, my demons and my angels have a habit of rearing their heads in synchronization I am yet to decide if it’s luck or perspective. Hope you are well. Have a lovely Christmas and New Year my love.

      until tomorrow,

  2. 03/01/2020 / 18:55

    Thank you Ella! It’s really exciting to have a new book out. I always enjoy your posts, it’s natural to go through peaks and troughs in your output, just do what’s right for you. Hope you had a great Christmas and all the very best for 2020 🙂

  3. 03/01/2020 / 18:59

    Sorry, just saw this! I always enjoy your posts. It’s natural to have peaks and troughs in output, just do what’s right for you.

    It’s really exciting to have a new book out, as well as a little nerve-wracking to see whether people like it!

    Hope you had a great Christmas and all the best for a very happy 2020.

  4. 02/04/2020 / 12:36

    I love how the butterfly that is called Ella is such an eloquent writer and philosopher, how you word things and bring such metaphors to illustrate your points. To add to the same principal and image of coming close to a butterfly, I can say that in my own experience with real, non metaphorical ones, the best photos I had were taken fairly close, sometimes a few inches away, and they didn’t fly away from me, simply because I approached them gently, slowly, with patience. it took more time to set up, sometimes having to wait for them to relax as I came towards them bit by bit, and then, got some really magnificent macro shots that are in my best photos ever.

    The same can be said in a metaphorical situation of working on our healing path, the journey may sometimes mean tip-toes toward the goal, sometimes taking a pause to make sure the goal/butterfly isn’t flying off out of fear, and once we arrive, set up with our tripod (out coping tools etc), we get super high quality photos of moments that we built towards, in great patience, for amazing rewards.

    As you become your newer butterfly version, day after day, as you grow and learn, so you heal and become stronger. I love that this can also be seen via your photos in this entry, from relaxed poised to the funny horns you make in the last, how this can represent that at your arrival to the goal, you laugh and make horns at the end of this journey, or at least at the crossroads for the next phase.

    Great pics & text my friend! Hugs & love, ttys!


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