Today I climbed off the tracks. I've been standing there for a long time, waiting for a train that didn't seem to be coming. But today it came. And although I'm still far away from my destination, I'm on my way, and that's what matters. Today I climbed on a train. I don't know where it's going. I don't know who is on it with me. I can see many faces still standing by the tracks, unable to climb on. They look frightened, and I don't blame them. I used to be one of them. Today I started breathing again. Although my lungs still hurt from the smoke of the train...It passed by many times before I finally got on. But I can breathe. I can see ahead, and not just see it, but move towards it. Today I smiled. I havnt done that in a long time. My face hurts when I do it, which makes me smile more. I laugh. I don't recognise the sound but I like it. It feels good. Today I decided to live. I am not on the tracks of my disorders anymore but on my train to ...