Is a part of recovery.
The biggest mistake I’ve made is letting myself think that one good day means all the days following will be good also. I set myself up for disaster and heartbreak every time I let myself believe this lie.
There will be hard days. There will be sad days. This doesn’t mean you’ll never have a good day again, it just means this is life. There are always ups and downs. You can’t have the sun and flowers without a little rain.
But I’m human and I’m scared of the dark days. I am straight terrified of feeling those emotions ever again. So I find myself running from those emotions instead of dealing with them in a healthy manner. My worst habit is running and hiding from all my problems. It’s time to face them. It’s time to practice what I preach, or at least try my best to. So, here I am, typing away, trying to face my demons rather than sit in the dark place.
Relapse is a harsh word. Relapse doesn’t take away all that progress you’ve made. Relapse is a part of recovery and recovery is a life long thing. I will be in recovery for the rest of my life. And that’s okay with me. I’d rather be “recovering” then stuck in the dark. I didn’t come this far, to only come this far.
I have been an outcast my entire life. I feel like most people who know me would say “no you have not been!” But sometimes things are so much more than they seem on the outside. On the outside, Continue reading
I have been working on my priorities.
My list of priorities goes as follows:
4. &Friends that are family
I think one of people’s most favorite things to say to someone who is struggling mentally is “it gets better.” Which, most people who are struggling don’t want to hear.
BUT IT’S TRUE.
IT GETS BETTER.
MAYBE NOT TOMORROW, OR THIS WEEK, BUT IT WILL GET BETTER.
One of the biggest reasons I hid myself away from everyone for so long is because people run. And that’s a weird word to use but anytime I’ve opened up and let someone know what was going on (outside of my immediate friends and fam) they run for the hills. Everything then changes about my relationship with whoever I chose to open up to about. Continue reading
It’s an unexplainable feeling when things start to come back to you. Things like Continue reading
At 24 years old, my life fell apart. Or so I thought.
I’ve had a lot of down times in my life, but this seemed to be topping the cake, day-after-day. Continue reading