I want to say that it’s been one of those weeks, but it’s really been worse than that. It started out hopeful and ended in a way that no one could ever have predicted. I’m angry and despondent and ashamed and tired. Despite all these conflicting emotions, I am incredibly grateful for the love and support that I’ve gotten over the past few days.
I am also letting myself feel proud because, for the first time, I immediately sought the help I knew I needed even though I felt so ashamed. I knew that keeping everything in would only worsen my state of mind and I have too many good things coming to let myself relapse.
As I keep processing my feelings over what happened, I know I will face some bad days in the coming weeks but I know I’m not alone and that will keep me going.