60 days tomorrow...
You know.. I’ve spent the past few weeks trying to grasp at every suggestion thrown at me, listening to everyone who ha a little more experience than I do, trying to let go of old belief systems and literally sobbing because I want to use so bad and I know I don’t actually want to.
I still find myself battling with the idea of gaining weight. I STILL find myself indulging in ideas of using other drugs, of finding ways to still alter my reality just to get by.
I am actually scared.Right now is one of those moments I feel weak.
I just felt like sharing this moment.
I am overwhelmed. I just want to run and forget that I had learned anything this time and go back to how things were. Yeah it was hard, and I lost so much, but this process of recovery is painful as fuck and tonight I just don’t feel comfortable in my own skin.
I am trying, hopefully tomorrow will be a little better. Some service work then getting my sixty days.
<3 goodnight













