Most Days

I still find it difficult and most days I do not think about it, but on the days that I do, when I see something or hear something or remember something (I hide from my memory now, play a game, always evading its fingers) it is hard, harder than I expect it to be and I know now the triggers and most days I avoid them and most days I have become better than bearable and most days I am glad to be here but somedays, the bad days, they pull me down and it is hard to come up, but easier than before. And I think I can say that it is easier, not easy, just easier than before.
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