I've only overdosed once this year, haven't done it in 2 months. I'm so proud, as are my care team and family and friends (:
This is massive for me. Last year I was overdosing to the point of ending up in ICU at least 4 times in a matter of months. And was overdosing multiple times a week.
I haven't cut in 2 months either (:
Being on the right meds has made me come so far.
'Cause I'll always remember you the same.
Oh eyes like wild flowers within demons of change ♥
I'm so proud of you Amy, that's a massive achievement and I can really empathise with you having been in a similar position myself previously. This makes me smile a lot :) So glad they sorted the meds, you go girl!xxx
Wow Amy, I wish I could say that I am free from overdose but I can't.
Well done to you Amy !
Love from MEERA xx
“The only way that we can live is if we grow. The only way we can grow is if we change. The only way we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we are exposed is if we throw ourselves into the open.”
Amy, massive well done to you (:
Your doing amazingly! Keep fighting it, you can do it.
♥ .I'm going to fall like I don't need saving. ♥
...My smile's just the armour I built when I was alone...
There was some part of me that hurt so badly, that I wouldn't ever be able to forget it.
It faded but the memories could bring it back any second, keeping me in the moment.
It would never fully heal. I could never really be free. I could never really be fixed. Now I just have to work out how to live whilst being broken.
I feel like I'm dying.
"I know you're sad, so I won't tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day.
Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don't give up on yourself just yet.
It'll get better. Until then, have a day."
Thats amazing keep up the good work proud of you x
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. I tried groups, didn't work out just made my depression a lot worse.
