Some days, I feel okay. I can make plans, have goals and finally feel like i’m getting my life together and I can say to myself I will be okay and mean it.
Some days, I don’t. I don’t have plans or goals and I don’t get my life together because, those days, I don’t have one because the only thing I think about is the bottle or the blade or the pill stash I have somewhere no one can see it and on those days, it’s a struggle to breathe let alone move;
Those days are the days where I need someone, those are the days where if I come to you, you need to - well, I won’t go as far to say understand because even I don’t understand what’s happening with me so I can’t expect you too, but you need to just be there. Why? These kinds of days are happening all to often now so instead of saying ‘get over it’ or turning it round to you just because there.
One day you won’t get the option because you didn’t take the choice.