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"I could have been better. I'm sorry I'm broken. I should have tried harder. I will be different. I will be better. For you, I'll try."

And you cry.

Sometimes you lie and you hope this isn't one of those times.

"You are spoiled, useless, ineffective, weak, stupid."

And you cry harder.

Recovery isn't an end, it's a process. 

"How can you expect anyone to love you, to know you and to appreciate you, when you don't love, appreciate or know yourself?"

And you cover your face with you hands in shame and indignation. Looking for the words that will make everything ok. 

We always hurt the ones we love, usually we hurt ourselves first.