278 days. 6, 694 hours and 28 minutes.

An endless cycle of hard and sharp ups and downs. Building myself up and breaking myself down. So easy to blame everyone else, but I realize that only I am the author of both my triumphs and ruinous situations that I’ve willingly subjected myself to.

True power. I remember thinking how ridiculous that “we don’t fear failure, but actually how high we can fly…” saying was. Until I realized that the fear holding me back from my true potential was exactly that. More specifically the maintenance once I actually made it.

Keeping myself stable. Keeping myself healthy. Keeping my relationships healthy. Keeping on the right path. Keeping routine. Embracing the healthy normalcy brought by executive functions.

I want so much more for myself. I want so much more to offer myself, my cat, and those around me.

I stay lucid and sober and turn a year young on August 6th of this year. I stay as lucid and sober as I was on the day I opened my eyes to this world.