30 days was the goal I set for myself, yet I don’t feel accomplished, happy, sad, mad, anything. I exercised, dropped my kids to camp, ran errands, and waited for them to get home. I treated them to McDonald’s, we watched some cheesy movies lol, and I had a long talk with my husband about our future plans. That’s it…. a regular day. But this is where my countdown ends, I’m just going to live my life one day at a time. I don’t wanna wake up every day like “Oh this day 54”. Not judging because for some people I know that’s great motivation! I also have more willpower and motivation and now it’s time to pick up the pieces of all the fuckery I did over this last year.

The cake was vanilla buttercream btw, lol. Xoxo

Edit: Thank you everyone. I received so many messages today and you guys have no idea how apart of my “village” you’ve become. I can only hope to pay it forward and do so for others.

For the ones asking about what my “low” was; I would have to say snorting lines in the funeral home bathroom at the wake of a close family member. Then preceded to give a speech high at the funeral as a fckn kite. Trash.

So yeah that started to change my thought process of what a garbage person I was becoming. I have so much work to do and I’ll share my story just as others have shared their experiences with me. 🩷🫶🏾