Relapse

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. 

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. 

Relapsed?

Failed.

Bethany

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