A plate of nachos and a cup of macaroni and cheese, my extremely nutritious dinner every night.

The fossil of my body slowly sunk into the worn-in dip of my bed.  The sleep postponed my poisonous thoughts. I scampered across the kitchen floor like a mouse searching for crumbs. Watching the bones of my so-called arms grab something to eat so I wouldn’t go a full day starving.

                I let my anxiety become the dictator of my existence. Being alone seemed to be my hobby, but really it was my addiction.

       I aspired to be something more than a bed-ridden hermit.

After months of being in a daze, I rose out of the ashes from ruins of my past with the ambition to truly live. 

   I stepped from the lonely outskirts and submerged myself into society

Refusing to swim in the pool of self-pity,  I accepted my faults, no longer recognizing them as negative attributes.

      Substantial nourishment began to heal my neglected and abused body.

At the dawn of this evolution, my mind made its imprint by rescuing the concern for academics.

           Anxiety plotted a plague on my perseverance.

  Unfortunately for this parasite, the host resists the harm it continued to implement.

A determination to live was in my soul. My heart was tired of life constantly disappointing me, but my soul was tired of me being a constant disappointment.
 
I won´t remain down that path.  I want a life that ceases to achieve a peak.

Living will be my peak.