Keep on Keeping On

As for now, I am completing a year in a life. A year of figuring out how both of my parents affect the woman I am. A year of recognizing my childhood and divorcing it from the woman I am today. A year of eating disorder treatment and commitment. Commitment to recovery. Commitment to keeping the faith, the grace, and the middle ground. Each and every time I fuck up. Because fucking up will be inevitable. But staying true to myself is not- and that is what I must fight for. Truth and honor and integrity. Here’s to a year of the hardest experiences I will ever go through. Ever. Here’s to a year of deep dark demons, of learning my participation in this human experience, creating connections, revelations, epiphanies, and humbling myself as I am only a monkey on a flying rock through space- looking for food and shit.