For Anyone Who Will Listen

I am afraid that after all the progress I've made, I'm going to slip back into the horrible nightmare I was living.  Things are mostly good now.  I wouldn't trade this sense of peace for anything.  But I've seen pictures of myself looking like I feel now.  Then, tragedy struck, and I was back into the unbearable, painful suffering I used to be in before I rose out of the muck.  I'm hopeful.  Always hopeful that this time it won't go back to that slippery road.  I can't begin to tell you how the anxiety ripped me apart.  I've never known it could be like that.  People who knew me must have thought I was a different person.  I was.  But, through it all, a thread of me remained.  I'm glad I found this website.  It's good to tell the truth.