Relapse

by schmetterling   Aug 19, 2019


I did it,
I relapsed.
It was impossible
to stay clean
any longer.
My heart
is broken,
and my mind
is in disarray.
I couldn't take it
anymore.
I'm sorry
that I did it,
and I threw away
5 years
of work.
But I literally
could not function.
It all is
too much
for me.
I haven't
been this low
in such a long time.
I need help,
but I don't want
help.
I'm sorry
to disappoint.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Dealing with relapse is incredibly difficult, especially trying to process it or hide it from others, or fearing their disappointment. I was told that relapse is part of recovery, but no one around me really ever talked about it, and still don't know I struggle some days. I am STILL learning to forgive myself at 24 years old and recovering for years. It's realizing I am human and that I am living my life for me, rising up against the disappointment or shame that can easily tear me down to nothing.

    The most hitting line is the "I need help, but I don't want help." I have felt this and currently feel this a million times if not more. I hate that we self-sabotage, I hate that others can say just take the resources and get help as if those steps are so simple. Help is worth it, I totally believe that, and most important, realizing that we deserve it.

    It's a long journey but you're not alone on it. Thinking of you! <3

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