That’s how logic would dictate that the addictive thought process would work. Temptation stacked against prudence. Prudence crumbles. Temptation conquers. That’s how it should work. How it actually does work is much scarier. When it came right down to it, there was no moral struggle. There was no struggle at all. There was simply an empty space in my brain where the night before there had been a firm declaration never to do this again. When the thought to take a hit, hit, I simply forgot I was planning on quitting. I just forgot.
