It's always been pretty important for me to remember that it didn't take me just one week to make myself this way - utterly dependent on drugs and alcohol, frightened of other humans, ambivalent towards activities of daily living - and, thus, it surely won't take a short time in order to mend things.
I think of the course of my life over the past few years as a sine wave sloping downward. It's reached pretty far the fuck down the Y-axis and expanded over across the X-axis. This first year, for me, will be getting my datapoint back to the actual level line of the X-axis - in other words, back to "zero."
But I don't choose to see that as defeating. If it's going to take me one year to reset to a clean palate, a fresh sheet of paper on which to sketch my new existence, then so be it. Another poster was dead-on when he/she wrote that in the first year you will be experiencing such a flood of emotions. Allow yourself to feel them. Yep,
all of them

I'm in an intense anger spell at the moment and just let it out by shouting in my car. Haven't done that in years, and it felt fucking great.
My point is, to even
really experience our basest and most aversive emotions can actually feel
good. But it is a process; just as was the process of self-destruction we found ourselves having engaged in all these years.
It helps so much to have people to "suffer with," if that doesn't sound too sadistic. Hell, I'll suffer with ya anyday

It'll keep us both green and sober.
Peace&Love
~ Vaya