My Reason

Once upon a time, I didn’t think I’d survive. I didn’t see a future. I had lost all my hope. My sparkle was barely existing. I couldn’t find any reason to continue.

Although I felt incredibly lost and as if my life was pointless, I kept going. Multiple risk incidents and hospital admissions for treatment to stop attempts from taking my life later, I am still here. I’m gaining my glow, which has been dimmed and hidden for weeks. I see a little light again.

5 months discharged from my most recent psych admission. It hasn’t come without its struggles. But the reality is that although interventions to reduce risk have occurred since my stay in hospital, 🏥 I haven’t been readmitted. That’s not to say I haven’t needed it at times, because I’ve been very close.

A lot has changed, and a lot has stayed the same.

I’ll continue on my journey no matter what happens next. I’ve reached my limits, I’ve learnt to set boundaries, and I will follow whatever path is made for me. I trust I’ll make decisions every single day that will support my recovery.