Some days you are raw and things are falling apart and when you look in the mirror, you see an enemy, someone you hate with all your heart, but this is not how they see you. When they look back at you, they see an entire universe; you are a body of art, you are a map of galaxies, you are every flower, lovely from the start. So when recovery seems far away and no one understands, when life cannot get any worse and you would rather cry all day, know you are wanted and loved. I cannot survive. Yes, you can. You are needed, so please choose to stay alive.
