Healing is hard. New ways of living are hard. New philosophies in practice. Same old body responses. Mind tricks. I am well, but I am not. I am hopeful, yet scared and unsure. I have seen progress, even though my storm still brews. Every day I feel hope as my mind slowly catches up. Stay strong. Fight the fight. I’m told this gets better. That it’s worth it. In time. 💚💪

It is one of those nights. Echoes of my past play in my head. Years of letting others define me. I’ve been trying to find myself again. The version I lost decades ago. I wish I could say it’s all roses and sunshine. It isn’t. What it is for me. A slow work in progress. That tears at me a little each day. It hurts, and I won’t lie. Showing up is work. Trying to ignore the voices in your head that loop. "You are Worthless" Is Hard. It's a mind trap. 💪💚

Just Happy Just happy I made it through another day. Watching movies, relaxing, breathing, and reflecting. It was a mentally rough one, but I survived it again. Purging is real. 🤣 Grateful for small wins and moments of calm. 💚

I refuse to live by. The cause and effect principle any longer. Now it's about the cause. I go to sleep happy and content. Grateful. 💚

It is cold tonight. Happy I am in bed and relaxing watching football. I Had a nice day today. Same old crap but different results. Still setting new boundaries and feeling out of place as I do it. I laugh. Cause the more I keep trying to set new boundaries. The more I see people's reactions like. "How dare he!." "Who does he think he is?" Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm right. All I know another day another moment to grow. Goodnight 👽💚