I look forward to the day, or shall I say night, when I can once again sleep like I used to. I used to look forward to hitting the pillow after a long day, now I just feel like a kid who panics as bedtime gets near.
I just keep telling myself that every night I spend tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling, is one night closer to being through this hell.
I am glad I have made it through this week. I won't forget everything I've dealt with - good and bad - because that will keep me from using. I am thankful for the things I've learned and realized, but I also never want to go through the physical and mental hell again. Ever. No matter how long it takes to get through it I'll keep fighting if it means never facing it again.