climb up

Last night I reached the bottom. I thought about killing myself again. For two nights I had horrible and desperate dreams. It has been long since the last time I felt that way.

But the good news is that I am climbing up. I have been holding on to the little truth I know.

Going back to the old self will set me in a comfortable place for a little while, but I don't want to give up like this.

God, you know all my struggles and you have been patient with me. I hope you can be proud of me.