The day comes to a close, 
 and darkness settles in. 
Stillness sings as the hustle
    comes    to    a    stop.
Racing minds and taunting silence
 tempt us to wander off,
 never to return. 
But hope begs us to stay -
 it rides the waves in our dreams
 and reminds us that tomorrow will come,
 the sun will rise, and we will be just fine;
  as long as we stay. 
Just stay. 

You are here.
You are alive.
That is enough.

I am remembering:
it is okay to be in a place of struggle.
Struggle only means that I do not like where I am at and am fighting to make it better.

Struggle is not something to be ashamed of, it is something to be proud of.

Recovery is not easy,
it is never going to be easy.
It is a fight, day after day -
it will never stop.

However, with time, we get stronger;
our skin becomes a little tougher,
our swords a little sharper.

Armed and ready,
we go into battle.
We rise and we fight.
We fight and we win.

Relapse does not ruin your chances of ever getting better again.
Pick yourself up and start again.

PERSONAL NOTE:
Last night I broke and needed a coping mechanism -
I smoked a black and mild, and another one today.
While it was not a cigarette, nicotine is nicotine.
Two years and eight months lost,
but I will not go backwards…
I will move forward from here.

No matter what,
There is hope.
There is always hope.

You can go anywhere you dream.
You can do anything you want.
You can be anyone you wish.

Right here, right now.
This is your moment,
you’re never going to get it back.
Go. Be. Do.

I am working on getting unstuck.
I forced myself out of the house,
still trying to get out of my head.

I will keep fighting.
I will not give up.

It gets better than this.

I am feeling stuck and like I need a coping mechanism. I am not feeling too healthy.