I’m moving this month to an absolutely perfect little apartment.

I have lived in a tiny shoebox room for the past 5 years. 5 years of weeping in my bed for countless nights. 5 years of drinking myself into oblivion because I couldn’t take the pain. 5 years of isolation and loneliness…hopelessness. 

I decided this weekend I was going to conquer the horrendous mess under my bed and the neglected closets where I stuffed everything away because I was too broken to go through them. As I sit here scooping up empty containers, cans, bottle caps, clothes, and old remnants of a past life I can’t help but feel like I’m finally saying goodbye to that point of my life. It feels like a weight is off my shoulders for first time in years.

I’ve worked so hard on myself in the past year. Things aren’t perfect and I still falter from time to time. But the difference is theres hope now. And I’m going to keep following that tiny light at the end of the tunnel. No one dug me out of this hole but myself. I can do this. The first 30 chapters of my life sucked but Im hoping the rest of this book can be better. Love you all &lt;3