As I’m getting further into treatment and facing demons, I’m starting to wonder why I’m the most sane adult in my life.

I’ve tried to harm myself in many ways, throw logic out the window at every turn, I’ve ruined many relationships from being paranoid. Yet, I’m starting to realize I’m nowhere near as bad as I thought.

I got myself back into treatment, I’m owning up to the things I do, I take responsibility and I’m constantly striving to improve.

The people around me, the ones that make me feel like shit and have told me I’m X or Y, they do none of that.

They are unreasonable, they lie, they can’t take responsibility. I find it pathetic, on my families part, that my bosses at fucking Amazon are more support than they’ll ever be.

I’m only here for about half a year and than I’m gone for good, never talking to most of these people again(except for the younger ones). It feels good knowing reality and knowing what they think is reality are two different things.

Those stuck in toxic relationships, remind yourself of this. Reality is what it is and no amount of words or actions change that.

Take care everyone, we’ll get there even if it’s only with the clothes on my back.