Sometimes is like I've lost you forever. Other times it's me finding you out of nowhere and understanding this battle isn't over yet.
It's been three years of pain, full of mental illnesses and problems to solve but I'm still here. I haven't lost yet.
There's days where I find myself in a bridge asking all of this to be over and then there's others where I'm with the people I love and finally affirm "I am enough, I am valid".
There's people who love me.
There's people who care for me.
And, most importantly, there's me, after all I have my own person standing in the mirror. Even if I ask for help my trust and my own self love is the main cure for all of this.