Sometimes I wonder why I let myself get to this point... to the point I was at before I left... to the point I was at when I got with him. I don't know the answer.
I know that there are certain points, that are so low, that if I ever go back, I won't make it out again.
Not only because I can't handle it, but because I can't put my family and friends through it again.
I think I'm doing good... all things considered.