“I don’t want to be here” I stuttered through tears on the phone. “Give it time” and “talk to me when you’re more chipper” she replied. Sobs after when I was left alone in silence.
“Be strong for your mother” rang through my head. Words that stuck with me, engraved into my brain.
“Take it one day at a time” words she loves to say when I have doubts about my journey to recovery or sobriety or whatever you want to call these past few months. It’s getting harder to pick up the phone, to make the effort. Sometimes I don’t feel ‘chipper’ when I think about my life, sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything at all. Yet I make my bed every morning and I practice existing.
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