Today, I am proud of myself.
After a temporary lapse in judgment I was able to fight off the demon. I was able to silence the voice, if only for now.
Every day brings about a new challenge. Some days I am triumphant, and some days I falter. My will to remain in recovery and to live in good health is far stronger than the voice in my head.
Baby steps. Little victories.
Celebrating my life. Celebrating my will to live. Celebrating strength. Celebrating another day I am afforded to go on living this journey and hopefully helping someone else find the courage to keep going, too.