600 Days

I’ve always been a big fan of celebrating the little wins in life but in no way is this a small achievement.

Celebrating 600 days in recovery is something I never imagined I would reach. No matter how hard I tried I could never make it more than six months so to get to a year and half is no small feat.

That doesn’t mean that there haven’t been so (SO!) many times I just wanted to give in and go back to my usual coping strategies, but ultimately that just leaves me hungry and with a million empty promises. That’s what it does; it promises the world but, while making you a shell of a human, brings nothing but pain and destruction.

It would not have been possible to get to this point without the incredible support from my recovery team. I am beyond blessed to have the best of the best and I count my lucky stars for them every single day.

To anyone struggling I promise you that you are worthy of recovery and it is so worth it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to enjoy my cake…