I go to bed tonight with a sore throat, a heavy heart, wet eyes and bleeding skin.
This isn’t what I wanted for my life. I thought I was stronger than this right now. I thought if I kept fighting it would be okay.
I know this is just a knock. I know it’s a bad day, a bad night. I know I will wake up tomorrow regretful but renewed. I know I will keep going, but right now I can’t help but think that this is not what I wanted for my life. It doesn’t matter though, what I think tonight, what matters is tomorrow morning getting up and facing it all again.
I will wake up in the morning and face it all again because that is what recovery is, step by step, day by day. What you do everyday matters more than what you do once in a while, and everyday I shall try.
Tonight will pass and tomorrow will come, at least I can be sure of that.