Almost a Year

It's coming up
on a year
since I hit a low
I never imagined possible.
Lots of changes
took place
since that time:
I relapsed,
I almost killed myself,
I spent four days inpatient,
I hated the thought of being alive.
This was the steep slope
I traveled on
for quite some time,
but then it plateaued
and began to rise.
Since then
I have graduated college
with departmental honors,
I started my first full-time job
as an adult
which I am progressing rapidly in,
I made new friends
and memories I never want to forget.
Even though
it has been less than a year
since I hit rock bottom,
somehow
I managed to build my foundation
to be stronger
than it ever was before.
I have an army of support
including myself.
Every day
I wake up thankful
that I persisted
despite the pain.
I have a long way to go,
but I am confident
in the fact that
I love life
and I will never
let anyone make me think
that I am not worthy
ever again.