93 days.
94 days ago I was an active dipper, flailing away at life trying to understand why my mental state continued to worsen and why I wasnt enough.
Why I wasn't strong enough or smart enough, why I wasnt active enough or why no matter how hard I tried I could never find happiness or even peace. Why I demanded perfection of myself in every aspect of life, and then failed?
93 days
I now havent touched or bought any tobacco or can. I decided I wanted to use nothing for at least 100 days, no fake dip no substitute. In my mind, I had to prove it to myself. That I wanted this and deserved it.
I now have anxiety meds and therapy. Im starting to heal long held onto baggage and scars. Finally starting to let go of the tiniest amount of guilt and blame.
I felt the briefest moment of happiness for the first time in my life. I for the first time ever realized I was enough the entire time in that scenario. The other will come with time.
But as happy as that made me and the relief I felt, im now scared. Because who am I becoming? How do I love with the fact that I dont have that fear and guilt to shield me from everything else? How do I function?
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