Someone New

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel."

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Who I am doesn't matter.

How I got here doesn't matter.

What matters now is I'm getting help, right?

That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters.

So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me.

My father wasn't abusive.

I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either.

I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard