Long ago I thought the fight itself was over; much to my dismay this was a false hope. Now I truly know it is over, no more need to look over my shoulder coconstantly, no more having worry about someone coming for me. I can actually say it is time to put myself back together and redirect my life to become who I used to be. There will still be lots of days where I still hate the man in the mirror or avoiding lots of things I know will still push me over the edge. At least from now on I will be bettering myself and coming back together; start living, not just surving. Anyone who actually reads this, there is a day when you can start digging out of what feels like a bottomless hole. It may not be today or tomorrow but there will be a day. This ink represents my day. The smoke is clearing and I'm still standing