4 years ago on this day, I was admitted into the hospital for the downward spiral my mental health was rapidly taking.
I’m not necessarily celebrating the fact I was hospitalized, but acknowledging the moment it was that I began my painful journey forward.
While I’m still not “healed”, “saved”, or “functioning”…. I’m better than I used to be. Thoughts of death still linger, my “plan” is still there, should I find myself too deep in darkness. Yet, here I am still.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s possible to drag your tired body along the jagged rocks in the road of recovery. You will bleed, cry, lay there and wonder why the fuck you should even try to keep crawling along…
But I think it’s because we are warriors of darkness. We are not trying to escape it so much as learn to wield it.
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And here you are today! Congratulations
Thank you <3
wow, I really like what you said in the end. I’m really happy you’re still here today, pushing along with the rest of us. <3
We can do it together <3
I’m glad things have improved, even if the improvement is small. I wish nothing but the best for you, and hope that the improvements continue. 🙂
Thank you <3