I’m not sure how I feel about anything anymore.

I feel so ashamed of abusing medications

I feel ashamed of failing

I feel ashamed of being me.

But do I really? These thoughts aren’t mine.

I’m noticing the thoughts

I am becoming healthier

I am winning.

I am who I am.

I am reliable and trustworthy.

I can depend on me. People can depend on me personally and at work.

I can take things a day at time. I need not have all the answers.

The skin has to tear , bleed and heal in order for scab to form. Underneath that tender scab is the formation of new skin.

I have new skin underneath.

This is the season for healing.