I was just scrolling through Twitter when I saw this:
It’s hard for me to tell myself that I’m proud of myself but I think that it’s at least important for me to recognize that I’ve been working really hard on my recovery. 20 days from today will mark an entire year of therapy – that means, an entire year of really hard work, really difficult times and a heck of a lot of realizations, lessons and persistence.
Looking back to the me a year ago – the one who was so afraid of therapy and was somewhat resistant to starting it – I can say that I have changed and that I am no longer the same person I was before. I have come so far from where I used to be and I can’t turn back now. It’s too late to want to turn back around and resume being the old me.
So, the only thing I can do now is to keep going. It seems a monumental task at the moment – everything is overwhelming – but I know that I am going to keep trying. Sure, it’s easy for me to say this right now – on a day that I’m feeling more stable than I did a few days ago, when I’m not desperately suicidal – but I know that I will at least try.