I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat. That was until I became one…
Put yourself and your recovery first.
Unfollow triggering blogs. Follow inspiration and recovery blogs.
Give yourself positive reminders everyday.
Make a list of things which help you and refer to it when needed.
Accept relapses will happen, but it’s part of recovery. Learn from them.
Let yourself be helped by others.
Don’t ever give up. It will be hard, but it will be worth it.
"I think I’m old and I’m feeling pain" You said
“And it’s all running out like it’s the end of the world” You said
“And it’s so cold it’s like the cold if you were dead”
And then you smiled for a second.
Maybe I never forgave you for leaving, because you broke my fucking heart.
Of course I forgot all about you, but I remember you sometimes, like when I go to bed, or when I get a text or a phone call. I still remember you a little bit, like when I first wake up, like when I listen to my favorite songs, I remember you the most when my head is heavy and my heart is longing and I remember you when the sky turns to blue like it knows how I feel when it comes to you. I almost forgot though I still remember.
Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
I’ve had to realize that refusing to take my depression medication is just as much a misuse of self-will as reaching for a drink.