Two years.
It’s been two years, today, May 13th. May 13th, 2010 was my second and final suicide attempt. May 13th was the last time I cut myself, and the last time i made myself throw up. Holy crap.
I just told a friend of mine, and it feels good. I want to go out and shout it to the world. I’ve made it. I’ve survived. I’m on the road to recovery. It’s been really really REALLY hard. But wow, it’s worth it. This is the most beautiful feeling, and if you’re currently struggling with anything that’s damaging yourself, I want you to know something.
I made it. I was at rock bottom. But like I’ve said before, sometimes rock bottom is the best place to be, ‘cause there’s nowhere to go but up. And that’s what I did. I got up. And you can get up, too. Because you deserve it. You might not think so, but you do. We all do. We deserve happiness. We deserve to fully recover, and beat these demons inside us. I’m well on my way, but I have a long, long way to go. And I can do it.
