"If we are children, we just get lost."

ONE SETTLED COMFORTABLY IN THE CUCKOO’S NEST.

I just read it. 

It was stressful.

So stressful I needed company to read it.

Too bad the only company I had was a cigarette.

It was comforting.

Last night. It was difficult. In a lot of ways it was the hardest it's been in a while. In one way it was the easiest it's been ever. The tree. The tattoo. The goal. It's not for forever. It's 5 years. It's attainable. I looked at pictures. At pain. At wounds. I knew it would be detrimental to my efforts against self harm but I searched anyways. A midst the tags of  self harm and suicide were images of hope that did not belong.

There is always hope.