The day of Christmas, I thought it was going to be okay, that I wouldn’t have a low point, that I’d be okay. And then that night things have just gone downhill. I can’t even like formulate coherent thoughts about everything I’m thinking or feeling right now and it feels like a cop out to say it. But I know this is a low. This is a bad low, and I knew it was coming. Because every single time I try and I push myself to get better, to be better to people, it comes back to bite me in the ass. I honestly don’t know how much longer my body can physically withstand this pain anymore.Â
I just want to be content. To live away from the people who trigger me. To have people in my life who don’t shit all over my, or their own, recovery. I need to have positive vibes in my life, and that’s ridiculously hard when I’m constantly reminded that I don’t have anyone who really cares about me like I need them to.Â















