'What’s the difference?' I asked him. 'Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?'
‘One is a choice, and one is not.’
Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what’s left of it, consider options.
You don’t owe people the person you used to be. You don’t have to talk to people who are speaking to the old you. If they want to drag old you out, and you’ve already left that person behind, they don’t get to talk to you. When you’ve gone from weakness to strength, you don’t owe a show of your former self to someone who just can’t wrap their head around your change.
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.