I am alive.
I want to live.
I don't hurt myself anymore (well maybe when things are REALLY bad).
I try to engage people more.
I don't intentionally get wasted.
I don't use weed anymore.
I smile now. Oftentimes I catch myself smiling and wonder how the smile got there.
I believe there is some beauty in me. Just a little.
I believe I can be lovable if I allow myself to be.
I am nicer (still long ways to go).
I have accepted that I need medication. (But I still very much hate taking it!)
I have more control over my panic attacks in that I can sometimes squash the panic when I feel it coming.
I have been able to set up a wall between myself and my family so that their behavior and words have a little less effect on me than before. The wall does need to be fortified though.
I feel less angry overall but the rage is still ever present.
I have set boundaries with my mother.
While I still hate my father, I have some compassion for him now.
I trust more now.
I have some hope that I could be happy one day.
I have accepted my sexuality.
I feel that I can love.
I want to raise children, and I feel that I could be a good mother to them if I continue to improve.
I am more open with people, which has allowed me to make more friends than I would have in the past.
I feel capable of more self-improvement, if I could only find the strength, courage, and motivation to work harder.