and I ignited.

I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying.
I am. Am I? Maybe I love self destructing more than recovering. Sometimes I think I could have a split personality. Half the time I'm helping myself and the other half the time I'm just trying to kill myself. Everything feels like a muddled mess.
One day at a time though. Woot for optimism.