I got through.
It was hard to do.
I didn’t think I’d make it.
But I didn’t cut.
Not at all.
That’s good.
It would have been a long fall.
Back into a dark place,
that I’ve been to enough.
But it’s okay.
In my special way,
I was built for this stuff.
Depression, anxiety, meds.
Self harm.
Does that count as psychosis?
I don’t mind.
Just glad the cravings,
are falling behind.
The meds are helping again.
So I can still say that I stayed,
at three months today.
Here’s to three more,
and more after that.
Hoping anyhow,
that I don’t fall flat.
Day by day.
That’s the way.
The only way to do it.
One at a time.
Then the next.
So on and so forth.
Coming out,
from this latest episode,
I carry on,
for I must.
Poetry
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