From that moment on, I improved and continued to improve. I had hit bottom and bounced. Between the shock of my coming close to taking my life and the change of medication, a propitious cycle began. I began to see the clubhouse with new eyes. I began to see the work that took place there; even the most seemingly mundane things, like cleaning, cooking, or typing up newsletters, were part of a “gymnasium for function.” I made the link in my mind between physical rehabilitation and psychiatric rehabilitation, or recovery. I saw that, just as physical rehabilitation begins with light weights and simple, gentle stretching, so psychiatric rehabilitation and recovery begin with easy-to-accomplish tasks both in the clubhouse and then in the community, through paid jobs in transitional employment.