Relapse, oh how I hate that word.
To me it’s like someone is screaming at me that I’m a failure. I couldn’t even do this for myself.
Relapse into depression. Relapse into cutting. Relapse into daily panic attacks. Relapse into suicidal thoughts.
I can fake the smile all I want but I know what’s truly going on inside. My face might be bright and happy, but I’ve relapsed.