I’m a work in progress.
Trying to better myself and take action on how I react to things. Lately, I’ve been in such darkness that it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Today I went back to square one on my progress.
It was hard to get me out of that dark space. I hated myself so much that I contemplated death. If I took my own life then maybe I can end this war with myself. But if I did such a thing that will only bring darkness to others. I don’t want to put my family in that type of situation, especially now.
At that moment, I needed to step out of my mind and try to look through the void to try and find that light. I come to realize that my writing is my one true light. With this realization, I want my writing to help me better my life. I’m still a work in progress I know for a fact I might relapse back into my old self. But I’m determined to work on myself so I don’t get back into old horrible habits.
Because in the end…I’m still a work in progress.