199/365 | #thisisrecovery365
I am home from treatment.
And today I needed a reminder of where I'm at on this obscenity-filled yellow brick road that runs from sick to recovered and all of the many, many places in between.
I needed a reminder to keep fighting.
To keep pushing forward.
To keep seeing that sliver-sized glimmer of fucking hope at the end that I couldn't see a month ago, or even 2 weeks ago.
To keep resting, marching, resting, marching.
Then resting again.
I've come so far. And some of it lately, yeah, I've had to do on my own. Like, without even you guys along for the ride. Which has sucked so massively, but had to be done.
I'm blown away by all the tags, messages, comments during this time. I'm literally blown away that so many people truly, actually, genuinely give a shit. After running this account, with this particular content, for just over a year- I'm STILL blown away. And it'll never be any other way. You amaze me. Every last one of you.
So I'm getting up, gearing up & suiting up daily so that I can hopefully keep amazing some of you, too- amazing you enough to keep you marching on your own journey. Because you can.
I'm Amanda Gist. And on a scale of in recovery to recovered, I'm still the one with the y.
PS if you're tagged, just...thank you. If you're not tagged it's not because I don't love you it's because I ran out of tags. ❤️