I read through an old draft I wrote and saved once after a relapse at midnight, a draft I intended to send to my boyfriend when he woke, so I didn’t wake him in the middle of the night.
I spoke of safe places, and bad dreams that filled my slumber. Those places no loner exist, and the dreams still haunt me every night.
I never sent the draft, and I probably never will.
I am not okay.
I’ve lost my safe place.
why hit rock bottom when u can hit my bottom
Anonymous asked: I believe in you. You can do this and never forget that in recovery everyone relapses at least once
They say recovery is hard but oh my gosh relapse is harder.
“you’re really pretty” *punk’d cameras come out*