506 days

I read back on some of my posts during my hardest time; before, during, and after my overdose. There was one post in particular I could not even bring myself to read. Looking back on how close I became with God throughout my journey hits me hard. I am back in a similar emotional and hard to comprehend mind frame, though I am not suicidal. I feel that there is this slap in the face of realizing that if I truly look back on every horrible feeling period in my life, those particular periods of time were also when I turned away from God the most. I have hit this wall will I do NOT accept anyone to treat me like shit any longer. I have been walked on my entire life and I whole heartedly refuse to do it any longer. I will not be slapped in the face and than continue on like nothing ever happened. It did happen, it did hurt, and I will not ignore my true feelings any longer. I may not be perfect, I am not always be worthy, and some of my emotions may be temporary and sometimes maybe even irrational, but everyone on the planet has a right to remove as much negativity from their life as they need in order to feel safe, loved, and able to cope.