2:02 am 06/22/26 Before I go to sleep, it’s been two weeks exactly since I was in the hospital because of addiction. The first week was a nightmare of trying to understand my emotions and feelings about it all…but this past week was, how do I say it? I guess a dream? I’ve been opening up to to my support system more than I have ever in my time of fighting the urge to not numb myself because of the pain and hurt I held on for so long. I learned that I have to forgive not only others but myself and ask for help rather than always be the help. In a way I guess what I’m saying is I’m learning it’s okay to be human. It get uncomfortable for sure, the sleep, appetite, and just in general the routine but being able to fully have a conversation without over thinking and feel validated with my emotions even if that’s just me understanding has been the dream I’ve been wanting. I’ve been wanting to feel free. I can’t believe I hit the two weeks of no substance at all. It’s always been on or the other but now I could officially say I’ve been trying really hard for two weeks❤️ one day at a time, goodnight.