hope anchors the soul.

reading through old, old blogs.  like my secret xanga accounts old. it’s breaking my heart.

“i won’t let myself go down this path.
more than that i can’t

call me a coward or weak.
but it was so much harder getting off of this in the first place.
and its so much easier to fall into it.

&&thats when i realize what being weak really is”

I remember writing these posts, but I guess I never really quite realized the time span that this went on for.  the ups, the downs, the ultimatums, the swearing I’d never fall into it again, and finding myself right back there the next week.

 Thank God.  Seriously, thank God..