Beating my addictions …

I look back at my days of using. In hindsight, it is easy to see the patterns. The self loathing. The slow but sure erosion of life. The destruction I was bringing on to myself. Each time I partook, it was an expression of self-hate. Self Harm. Suppression. Denial.

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The truth? The truth? You can’t handle the truth!

Read on, if apparently, you believe otherwise.

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