I have no idea what my next step is. I’ve been better so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve been worse even more times. I’ve been working on it, getting help, this times different, all of it. The constant roller coaster and backwards stepping hasn’t ceased though. Each time I find something new, I’m convinced this time I’ll be better. I don’t even convince myself anymore.
Maybe it will be better.
Maybe I’ll be the exact same.
Maybe one day I stand a chance at getting better.