Sobriety Isn’t a Secret
I didn’t realize how many people were in my corner until I actually let them into my corner.
Topic: healing
I didn’t realize how many people were in my corner until I actually let them into my corner.
I reached five years of being self-harm free this past October. It was a milestone that often seemed impossible to achieve.
It was a matter of telling myself, “I want to live,” even when all I wanted to do was die.
Today, I share my story of survival. I did not believe that I would live to see my 18th birthday, yet here I am, living.
“What’s wrong with me?” I pleaded. “Am I bipolar or something?”
beyond the clouds, it is there. waiting at an oak table with a mug of donut shoppe coffee and a newspaper, saying, “you’re alive. isn’t that the greatest thing anybody can be?”
It’s possible to live with scars, to feel the same pain you feel right now and to not hurt yourself because of it, to want to stop.
Depression is like a tunnel, not a cave.
When I see declarations of happiness in pounds lost and images of shrinking frames, the voice of my eating disorder begins to rustle.
How to even begin? I was pregnant, and now I’m not.
Tomorrow you will do it all again. I know that’s scary to hear, especially since today you contemplated handing it in, crashing the car, putting a stop to it all. But keep going.
The funny thing about being broken, however, is that’s where you start to build yourself back up.
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