I was doing so well. I was working out daily, eating healthy, going to work on time. I was in a brand new relationship with a great guy. Everything was going well. 

On Thursday I bought Xanax. 

On Friday I cut up my leg the worst I ever have. The “great” guy broke up with me over text. I went out and got drunk and ended up at someone’s house having a threesome. I called so many different people, I have no recollection of any conversations. I bought almost 200 dollars worth of random shit on Etsy. I’ve barely been eating. 

It took me months to get to where I was, to be okay. It took me two days to fuck it away. 