I just woke up at 2 pm on a sunday. It is Day 4 of my recovery. I will be better. My record is 3 weeks, but I very rarely make it more than 3 days. If I succeed in abstaining from stalking, harassment, and non-consenting debauchery for 1 month, I will celebrate by baking a cake on November 11th. It is a long road, and I have just begun walking it. I will not give up. I’m trying really hard this time, for everyone I’ve hurt, for everyone who loves me, and even for myself. I can not stomach this wretched evil anymore. I can not atone for what I have done, but I can still do good in this world, I can still help people. Even if I am damned, I will still do anything I can to be a sanctuary to those who are weary of this world. I can no longer stomach being such a massive burden. I will walk in the light. If that’s crazy and delusional and annoying, then so be it. I owe it to those I’ve wronged, and I owe it to myself for trapping myself in such a vicious cycle of hatred. Talk all the s*** you want trolls, it doesn’t even phase me.
