Proud

I've been struggling for a while mentally, so I haven't posted in a while. I won't apologise, because it was the right thing for me to do; my health is more important than my blog. Sometimes you have to just accept that things are harder than you are capable of handling for the time being, and if you don't take a step back then things will spiral out of control.

And they did spiral a little. I went on a manic high and my spending got really out of control, my drinking led to bad decisions, and I inevitably crashed. 

Thankfully, I reached out; unfortunately a little too late, but still a lot sooner than I would have done a year ago. It's a major progress in my recovery. Today marks a year since I last self-harmed, and that's why I am posting.

I'm still ill, I'm still depressed and struggling with voices whilst also battling some awful cold virus of sorts, still exhausted; but today I am also incredibly proud.

My demons are still there, my journey is far from over, but self-harm was my go-to every time things got out of control. I've got other unhealthy coping mechanisms I still need to kick, but I never thought I'd overcome this so one day I could be writing about the next anniversary.

I'm going to leave this post short and sweet because I'm still poorly and its taken a lot out of me, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to mark this monumental point in my recovery. I also wanted to thank each and every one of my friends and family who have helped me get here. I love you all.