⚠️ possible trigger warning⚠️
It's like a weird wavy line- one minute you're as happy as can be, and then the next minute you're "back to square one" feeling stupid because all of your coping mechanisms just went out of the window. I'm recovering and right now I feel on top of the world; yesterday I was as low I could be. Recovery is as powerful as the problems someone fights- some days I am my own hero, and other days I am merely an acquaintance to my problems, and lost to the world. Depression would flood my life- I couldn't focus- I would deal with anxiety by reverting to self harm, traits of OCD, or through eating. Right now I feel incredible and I want it to last, but there is a feeling inside of me feeling so guilty for the friends and families I drag into my vortex of problems. Tomorrow is my birthday- I thought I wouldn't be around by my 15th birthday (that's how insane I felt my problems are) but I've woken up and felt incredible- I want to live, I want to celebrate. All of the problems are still around me, and will inevitably come back to bite me on the tail- but right now I feel so much stronger than all of that. In no way am I 100% cured of my problems, and no way am I 100% ago- but it's a start.
Here's to recovery, and 15 years of life 🍻🎉🎉
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Curiosity Cures; Curiosity Kills
Non-FictionA book about the ups and downs of whatever is happening, and a places for me to show you my pictures ? if any parts are perhaps triggering, there I'll be a warning at the beginning of the chapter with ⚠️ so you can just skip past x
