Sara Laila

I have something that is the key to opening this magical door of recovery: hope. I have hope.

You shouldn’t have to ask for your friends to love you during your difficult times. They just should. 

I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for not appreciating you more. I’m sorry for not always welcoming you in the best way.

They don’t tell you that strength is fleeting. They don’t warn you about how lonely it gets. They don’t tell you how badly you will want someone, anyone to just hold your hand while you’re being poked and prodded.

I am scared to put a piece of cloth on my head which by the way…is who I am- it is my identity- and I am afraid for my life now because of it.

For some, forgiveness comes as easy as taking a few breaths. For others, it takes an insane amount of strength and dedication. 

If there is one thing about letting go that I can tell you, it’s that it is all on you. You have the power and you are in control to get up and change your situation.

It is hard when you’ve got everyone convinced that you are seamlessly okay and so blissfully content. It is tough to reach out to friends when it seems like my sadness and pain would be a burden.