Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday, my four month mark.

Four Months

Four months tonight.

Four months of staying strong.

One hundred and twenty days.

One thousand urges

Ten million thoughts

A billion crazy whisper silent screams inside my head

Tormenting me

Trying to make me lose my focus,

My drive,

I need to stay strong.

For the four month record

I will hold tonight,

For the one hundred and twenty days,

For living through

One thousand urges,

And ten million thoughts,

For not listening to the whispers,

For the countless people that I’ve



I will hold on tonight,

And I will take it day by day

For many more months,




And maybe,

Just maybe,

I will stay strong