This time last year, I fell apart completely.
I ran away, I hid, I lied, I made decisions that I regret. But not this year.
This year I am stronger; this year I am in charge of my life. This year is different.
I want to fall so badly, I can feel it creeping up, the regression setting in, but it is not welcome here. I’ve come too far and fought too hard to destroy myself again.
Relapse happened, yes, but sometimes you need bad things like that to happen so you can realize just how bad they really are. I’ve got this.
Day one of exercise.
Day one of sobriety.
Day one of drinking more water.
Day one of a positive outlook on life.
Things are looking up so much and I’m not going to let my anxieties get the best of me.