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living under a rock. i’m good at it :)
A rock of recovery, that is. I know, it’s been an incredibly long time since I posted anything at all. But I’ve been in a treatment program for the past month, and finally felt like it was time to write something down.
I cannot describe or articulate how grateful I am to the treatment team, my mom, and especially the lovely people at slc I left behind for their love and support. And almost 2 months into my recovery, I’m seeing how far I have come. But I’m also seeing how much more I have to go.
I’m starting a new partial hospitalization program in a week, one that’s closer to home and puts a lot more responsibility on me and how I handle my recovery. That really scares me. But I need to be steering this ship, and I want to get better. Sometimes it takes something this intense to make you realize just how much you need to take care of YOU.
Every day is a battle, but every day is also an opportunity to kick this disease right in the ass. And though there have been more days when I want to throw in the towel, I refuse to give up. So thank you so much to those of you who have been so loving and caring while I go on this process. I can’t wait to look back on these days and say “Look how far I’ve come.” It’ll happen.
Take care, everyone <3








