Poetry Feelings

twenty-six

i'm proud of you for staying alive. and i'm grateful. i

don't think that gets said enough, but thank you for

taking care of yourself. thank you for doing the hard

stuff. thank you fofr making yourself live even when it

felt like living was the worst of options. thank you

for fighting. and thank you even it's ugly and doesn't

feel good and barely even looks like recovery. relapse

happens. i've been where you are. people like you pulled

me out. thank you for pulling me out. and know that

if you need a hand i'm here and so are many other

people who have seen into the night and know

what it feels like when it bites. so just. thank you

for being alive.