Therapy Tactics - Relapsing

Relapsing is the reason why I have written so many poems. Like I said in the beginning, poetry is like an emotional time capsule. You can go back and see what you've felt and how you've handled it. The important part being that you have handled it before which means you can do it again. In this way writing poetry can be more useful than talking it out. Talking it out is important for immediate processing with immediate feedback and support, but writing it down is providing yourself with future therapy.

You are your greatest enemy and your greatest ally. You might have hurt yourself, but you also stopped yourself. You might have hurt yourself again, but you can also stop yourself again. You're the only one with the power when it comes to relapsing. You can have friends who help and support you, but it's ultimately up to you. It's not easy. In fact, it's one the hardest damn things in the world. We all wrestle with ourselves, but it's not alway so physical and painful as relapsing.

But relapsing means you have already survived. You have already defeated your demons. You can't always vanquish them. They keep coming back from time to time and sometimes they win. And that doesn't make it any easier, but your poetry time capsules can. It's not a pep talk. It's not you can do better next time. It's acknowledging that this is hard. That you've already been hurt, that you've been hurting all this time. It didn't go away. It may never go away. And you know that. You embrace that. You embrace the pain and the comfort together. The pain of yesterday can become the comfort for tomorrow to ease the hurt of today.

This is relapsing. This is the two steps back after the three steps forward. It might seem like you're undoing all the progress you've made, but it's not. Every time you fall down is a chance to get back up quicker. It might be years, but before you know it, you'll regain your balance and forget that you fell so many times. You won't forget that you fell. It's important to remember your lowest points so you can see just how far you've grown. But the further you advance, the smaller it looks. The pain is there, but it's not tempting anymore. It's an isolated memory not an itching thought.

Seeing other people recover and working with them is important. But it means so much more to go back and read your work and see how much you have recovered. That you turned your bane into beauty and you can do it again. And grow your portfolio at the same time. I look back through my hundreds of poems and feel all the pain I felt, but it hurts less each time. And the more you write, the more you can see your growth. Some of my most painful poems aren't my first ones. They're the ones in the middle. Growth isn't a straight line. Sometimes you get worse before you get better, but you have to stay the course. It's better than just giving up.

Keep up the fight. Keep writing. Spill ink not blood. Choose to live to at least tomorrow because something is better than nothing.

Soul Sharing - Relapsing

I've relapsed so many times. I lost count of how many times I've attempted suicide after the 6th grade. I've lost count of how many times I've cut after that one week I cut 10 lines on each arm and leg each night. I've can't remember how many meals I've skipped or forced myself to throw up.

I've never been one to write down or remember important days or milestones. Birthdays and holidays aren't even that big of a deal to me. But I wish I could remember the last time I've cut, the last time I threw up on purpose, the last time I seriously considered suicide. I'd through myself a party every year, hell, every month. When something has so much power over your life for so many years, that victory, every victory however small the increment, is worth celebrating.

Relapsing is one of the worst feelings in the world. Even if it's only after a day, I've been trying to stop. I've been trying to be better, to get better. And then I lost myself to myself. I felt so defeated, hopeless that I'd never fully recover. No one else can know how much effort I put in to not doing something that was my default therapy. No one else even knows that I screwed up again, or even in the first place. No one else knows and that's what makes it so hard. It was all on me. I didn't have a sponsor. I didn't have anyone. It was the world against me. But I just had to be that much stronger. And I'm not strong. I became strong. I found a courage inside myself that I didn't know was there. A courage, a strength that's in all of us. We just need help and time to find it again after so long of forgetting it for whatever reason.

I'm only a few years clean. Maybe less for certain things. The pain, the memory, the temptation are all fresh. I still have to be careful. I still have to guard myself, my heart and mind. I have to keep a careful watch my emotions. I have to know my limits and avoid certain situations. I'm good and getting better, but I'm not completely free. I may never be. But at least now I know I can win.

Poetry - Relapse

Relapse

I’m good. I’m golden.
I’m better. I’m embolden.
I can do this. I am steady.
I am driven. I am ready.

Day after day. Step by step.
I’m working hard to rebuild my rep.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next.
But I will do my best to not be vexed.

Damn it.
I had it.
All together again.
I had found my zen.

Now I’m back.
Exposed to attack.
It all happened so very, very fast.
I thought the last time was really the last.

I’m not okay. I’m broken.
I’m battered. I’m choking.
I can’t do this. I’m shaking.
I am trapped. I am breaking.

Day after day. Step by step.
I’m working hard to rebuild my rep.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next.
But I will do my best to not be vexed.