Some days

Some days I can’t find one thing I like about myself.

Some days it’s harder to keep going.

Some days I question why I’m trying so hard.

But!

Other days, I won’t have any thoughts of relapse.

Other days I feel confident in my appearance, my achievements and my ability to continue the work that seemed hard, almost impossible to keep going with everyday, but why would I stop now?

Why would I give it all up?

My flat?

My freedom?

My independence?

My whole recovery?

What would be the point?

I’d have to start again at some point, so why don’t I just keep going now that I’ve got the starting point done?

Keep at it!