April 6, 2017 383 days. That's how long since I picked up a razor blade. Now, it's a battle with wether or not those days are worth it anymore. I've seen these feelings coming for the past week. The small things. Not being hungry. Not talking to people. Getting angry at such small things. It was all little flags of the bigger snowball forming in my heart and mind. I have spent so much time pouring out myself for those around me and not being poured back into that I am empty, angry and tired. At this point, we expect me to lean on God and fix everything. NOPE. Hasn't happened yet because I don't want to. I'm too bitter or prideful. Everyday is a new day and so maybe tomorrow will be day one. What have you slated in your life? xoxo, Em