I had to stabilize my heart. That might have lost me a couple days. But now, it doesn’t matter if it is Monday or Thursday. All that matters is that I made it: I’m here and awake. I can’t keep up with time, just what is needed to survive.
For me, being awake is the greatest success. It means I have overcome and balanced what no longer seems able to be balanced. Yet, here I am! I wish others understood that.
I used to worry, but you'll be okay. Survival is part art and part naked brutality: the belief that you will return, and the will to do what is needed to give the best chance of that to happen.
I am at peace sometimes, but I keep getting vomited up.