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Sometimes, being in recovery feels worse than actually cutting, starving, or using. Sometimes, recovery feels like entire cities are collapsing within your bones, begging you to cave and crumble too. Sometimes, it feels like gravity is weighing so heavy in your shoulders that you wouldn’t be surprised if the Earth swallowed you whole. You will sometimes feel like you’ve fallen lower than you’d ever thought possible. But in order for there to be a low, there has to be a high. You are not destined to spend eternity choking on soil. You are destined to feel not sleeves, but the breeze on your wrist during humid summer days. You are destined to catch sight of your reflection while window-shopping or puddle-hopping so you can appreciate the way your soul has learned to glow. Someday, the memories of sadness and traces of scars will fade while love and kindness bloom in your footsteps and sprout all around you. One day tears will threaten to spill from your eyes as you look back at how far you’ve come. One day, you will feel whole enough to say, “I’ve made it.” And your feet will carry you on.
—r.c.b. // The truth about recovery (via savemeserendipity)
I have no control over what people think of me but I have 100% control of what I think of myself.
—Beth Ditto (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
stoned-levi:

that settles it
we have to get rid of the ocean
hope-is-not-uncharted:

it’s back :)

overdosed-on-apathy:

So are we just gonna keep reblogging from eachother or are we gonna fuck.