This is my midnight call to
the ones who wage war against themselves;
You are not broken,
You are worthy of fixing.
You are not hopeless,
You are worthy of finding.
You are lovely,
even with your scars.
You don’t give yourself enough credit,
you are stronger than you believe.
You were strong enough to survive through
your disordered thoughts and actions.
You are strong enough to survive through
the recovery from them.
Don’t you ever give up, not ever.
Happiness in recovery does not happen over night. You don’t just wake up one morning and decide that you are okay with what is happening. Things don’t work that way.
It is a process.
It takes work,
and it takes time.
But it is possible,
you will get there.
There is nothing
you can’t come back from.
You will come back from this.
Just keep holding on.
When you are in sinking sand
you can’t be free
if you don’t reach for help.
“I’ve seen down the end of the road. Now I deal in a different story, and I will never go back again. I feel it in my bones and I know I’m not alone.”
I saw the monster in me - hiding in the dark.
”You can stop hiding now.” I whispered.
I grabbed her by the hand
and sent her out into the light.
”We can recover. We do recover.” I promised,
and then I locked the door behind me.
I want you to know
that I care.
Struggles happen in this life,
not only for us, but for others too.
So, let’s be authentic about them,
be there for each other,
and fight the lie that says
“you are all alone in this.”