So for reason two. Which isn’t my reason number two. I’m not rating or posting them in order of which are my main reasons, but, which come to mind first. Going to try break these up into separate posts and not get them all mixed up into one. For they’re all so similar.

I want to prove to others that it’s possible. I want to show the world that they can do it. You know how you, or maybe it’s always me, think something is impossible, but really, nothing is impossible, and if we don’t try, we’ll never know….

I’ve always loved this quote

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So for reason one. It feels like I should come up with some super amazing and fabulous reason that everyone will be like, oh wow, why didn’t I think of that before? But somehow, it isn’t so…… The first reason that came to mind when I thought of, why live. I’m especially using the words why live, not why not die, for that isn’t a reason to stay but a reason not to leave. I guess they’re all intertwined though, come to think of it. What am I saying again?

The beauty in the world around me

The raindrops on petals

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My intro post

Hey,

So, introduction post, anyone??? This is to let all the many (I hope it won’t be zero!) readers know what this blog is about. Well, I don’t really know how to start, I want it to be interesting, and not have everyone rolling their eyes with boredom and stop reading before they start…. I guess I’ll start from the beginning. Ya know how they always say you should start at the beginning and all that….

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Letter to myself: 18th August ’17

Eliza

It’s okay. It’s okay. Just breathe. You are okay. You will be okay. I promise you. It will get easier. I know it can’t seem possible. You are worth it. Eliza, I promise you it’s okay. It’s okay if you’re scared. It’s okay if you’re freaking. It’s okay if you use. It’s okay if you hate yourself. I don’t like how much you hate yourself, but, it’s okay. Whatever is, or isn’t, I promise you it’s okay. I love you. Continue reading “Letter to myself: 18th August ’17”

Letter to myself: 26th July ’17

Dear Eliza

It’s so much easier to mess up. To test the boundaries (of safety with painkillers). I know how much you want to. How much you feel it’s a need. I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t promise you that it’s worth it not to, for I just don’t know. I can tell you though, that people have done this before you. That however much it seems impossible to leave the tunnel you’re trapped in, especially when you aren’t ready to get up, people have done it before you. You have more power and strength than you believe. I know that using is safer. I know that the painkillers cloud everything over in a sense. I know that you can’t face dealing with the world at the moment. Just know that you aren’t alone. That you have the ability to get past this. And that you deserve life. I know you don’t believe that. But you do. You deserve to live. You deserve to be okay. You’re worth it. Even as you’re messing up you’re worth it.

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