“I’m not strong. I’ve made it this long because I’ve been jumping from one crutch to another. Drowning myself in the bottom of a bottle. Smoking to calm my fear. Running until it hurt because that pain was better than what I was feeling.” “If you’re aware that what you’re doing is wrong, why do you continue to do it to yourself? Why haven’t you tried to work on getting better?” There wasn’t judgment in his question. Just the need to understand. My forehead scrunched up. “Because I’m scared.”
