![]() ![]() Now, I wake up, am able to go about my day fairly normally.But each and every time I ended up there, unfortunately, I needed to be there. The hospital is never a fun time, especially when a lot of my issues are trauma related, and the most a hospital can do for you is switch up your meds and keep you safe. I became very familiar with my local hospitals (and so did Nala since she always stayed with me), and it was a very, very hard year.I struggled so much with bad habits that kept me in some very dark places. ![]() I wasn’t really taking care of myself or eating properly, just sort of existing. A couple times a week, I had a part time job, but I was constantly breaking down, and letting my mental health totally disrupt that. Every day I would wake up, take sleeping pills, and go back to sleep, some days taking more pills than others, hoping it would knock me out for good. Just 2 months ago, I was living back in Pennsylvania.On that note, it’s easy for me to get caught up in living an old life, a life that doesn’t really fit me anymore.Wow, I’ve been in Florida for 2 months already as of today. ![]()
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