No matter how hard we fight do we ever REALLY recover from the habits that scared us in the past?

Are we ever really ok , even though we tell our selves everyday that we are better now?

To me it seems as if every time someone "recovers" something happens and they spiral even farther down then before.

So , recovery, does it ever truly 100% happen, or do we just try to make our selves blind to what is still there even after all of our hard work?

The stars aren't they beautiful?
As they shine down on us and show us the way.
Like little eyes watching over us.

Please don't
Broken bits don't get to go home,
Shatterd skulls no longer yaw
Skin cut and flayed does not fall.
Mearly drips,
The essence of my life flows.
I am in less control of this.
Then a river controls its bends

My eyes glaze over as he tells me that he's through.
I had done as much as I can to try to make him stay but he's done and now we're through

I had done it again , I hadn't been good enough for him to tell his parents.
Now I'm invisible , just a vivid thought.