Dear Those "Get Over It" Friends

Recovery

It’s waking up one morning

And suddenly

Birds are singing

The sun is shining down

Like a million pinprick kisses

Looking in the mirror

Loving every inch

A constant flow of happiness

Streaming through

Every inch of my being

And Life

Is Perfect

No.

Recovery

It’s not an easy word

And it’s nowhere near

An easy thing

It’s cutting three times

Instead of four

Puking one meal

Instead of two

Going one day

Without reliving that night

Recovery is whatever I want it to be

Because it’s MY recovery

Don’t tell me

My accomplishments mean nothing

Just because of how it looks

I am a soldier in my own battle

And unless you’re bringing reinforcements

Don’t tell me how to fire my weapon

Because in the end the blood

Is always on my hands

Don’t tell me it’s easy

Don’t tell me to get over it

You’re telling me it’s all

In my head

And yeah, that’s kind of the problem

You know, ‘Mental’ Illness

My relapse is not a failure

One step back

Is nothing

When you compare it

To how far I’ve come

And how far I’m going