The problem with thinking you’re getting better is that you were never actually better in the first place.
You start with believing you’ve been through the worst, after cleaning the blood from the bath or maybe throwing up all the food you kept eating because you just wanted to feel something different for a change.
You’re exhausted. Physically and emotionally. But you’ve been here before. You’ve managed by yourself before- you will get through this. You always have.
A few days past, you go back to a normal routine. Faking a smile and maybe a laugh- you try to make people laugh because that’s what you like doing. But then going to sleep comes around, your body begging for sleep. And you can’t do it. You’re to afraid. To afraid of tomorrow coming to soon.
Then morning arrives and you do the same thing again because you thought you were getting better but you lied to yourself again. Like you do to everyone