It’s not worse than ever. Worse than last week, but, I have hope. Relapse is a part of recovery.
I wish I could talk to someone, who doesn’t just understand- no!- but also lives my skin.
With different fingerprints, but the same touch as mine.
Someone who has forgotten themself too, forgotten who they were without it. Someone who compulsively has to obsess and spend hours thinking, struggling to balance out an unaccountable balance sheet.
Who work themselves to the point of destruction, all the while knowing nothing their body did warranted this abuse.
All the ones who are sick of this addiction bullying their being,
I hear you.
Can you hear me?

*Illustration by  Elliana Esquivel