I think I hit rock bottom the other week. At least I hope I did. Because it really was that hard. And I really wasn’t at all sure I’d make it through, be able to keep myself safe from my own hands.
But I did. And here I am. Fresh air in my lungs and new thoughts in my head. Still me, but different. That’s how I feel.
No miracle cure. Sheer hard work. And people who understand me well enough to know how to help me break the cycle. Good friends who remind me of my own value. Until I get close enough to believing it. Close enough to move forward.
And that’s where I’m at right now.