A few short months ago, I was waking up in my own vomit on the floor, drunk every day, hungover every day,cutting, not doing any art

Not taking good care of myself, or care of the dogs even, honestly. I was still doing the bare minimum of course, but not taking them for good walks and playing with them as much as I should.

I am still sad some days, but more days are better than not.

I can feel myself outside of the fog, learning and growing, and able to think and process things that before I was just pushing to the side.

Analyzing myself and trying to understand the ways that I am, and trying to change them. Some of these things I would have even considered to be positive, but I was abandoning myself. Not caring about what I want.

But I have wants and needs too. And I want to be happy, fulfilled, and I have things I want to achieve in life. I want a simple but happy life where I do good for others, but also for myself.

I am going to get there.