I almost in a way feel traumatized by the years I spent consumed by addiction. I look back on the things I did, the shit I lost, the love that suffered and how I broke almost all my rules. It was dark and it was hell and the scariest part is that any day now I could just pick up right where I left off. This wasn’t supposed to be my life, I wasn’t supposed to fall so far down.
But I did. And I lost a part of myself that day I picked up for the first time.