Memories of my past have been haunting me. I had buried them deep within myself and kept them there for so long that even I had all but forgotten about them. They weren’t gone; not even close. They were in hiding – growing and festering inside me – dreaming of the day when they could erupt and rise again… all at once.

That day has come. I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew I would eventually have to confront my past before I could truly let it go, but that isn’t making it any easier. Luckily, I’m not going through it alone anymore.


While I was in I saw a therapist every day. When I was leaving she gave me a letter and told me not to open it until I started getting overwhelmed. I had forgotten about it until I came across it earlier while I was packing.

I opened it and it read, “You have already been through enough to fill nine lifetimes. I have no idea how you’ve survived it all, but I’m glad you did. You took the most difficult step by seeking help and that is to be commended.

You’re a very strong woman and I’m so proud of all the progress you made while you were here. I know you’re feeling better now, but the rest of your recovery isn’t going to be easy. There will be mistakes, perhaps even some relapses, but I am certain you will recover.

No matter what happens, remember that you are a survivor and you will get through it. Your journey will be hard and at times it may seem impossible to complete, but have faith in yourself. I believe in your ability to overcome everything that you have been through and move on to have a happy and fulfilling life. Do not ever give up hope.”

It inspired me and helped pull me out of the funk I’ve been in all week.

On this day..