Admission... the first step to recovery?

This past week I have really been struggling with myself. I am lost in my thoughts, which is kinda normal for me. But not this much.

The past few years, I had thought that I was an awesome person. That I was strong, but Monday I admitted something that I had never admitted before. Don't you just hate it, when you were wrong about yourself? That you aren't the person that you thought you were?

It made me come to grips with somethings with my past that I wasn't prepared to deal with.

Is it wrong to wish that I was naive about myself? That I didn't realize, that I failed? Or does it cause me to be human?

This is one of those times, I wish I could crawl in a hole, but maybe my husband is right "Admission is the first step to recovery".... but how can that be? I have already physically recovered from this, I don't understand.