I broke my two month sobriety streak.
Best. Decision. Ever.
I had a night where I didn't feel absurd amounts of pain, where I didn't feel like my body betrayed me, where I didn't feel like collapsing in on myself and crying because why does my body have to me like this?
It's not good, I know. But damn, I'll take no pain for any price. Sorry for how depressing this blog has been lately, I'm scheduled for a counselor soon. Maybe then my dad will decide that maybe putting me on antidepressants isn't such a bad idea.













