this time last year. this time I imagine I was ignoring homework listening to triggering music while talking to Kenzie or Brooke about whatever the hell we wanted to. it was easy but it was also the hardest time of my life. my own personal hell, I was slipping farther and farther in. only two months before I can give up and oh how I tried.
Now. yes I go to a day treatment everyday, yes I have three therapists. I feel as though I can breathe again, not well but I know am capable of it. I can get better.