It was time to give myself a break. Drugs hadn’t given me what I needed in a long time, yet I kept going back to them and risking my life in order to … what? Escape? Escape from what? The worst thing I had to run away from was my alcoholism and addiction, so using drink and drugs to do so … well, you can see the logical impossibility. None of it made sense, not even in the slightest. I was smart enough to see that; doing something about it, though … that was another level of math that I hadn’t yet discovered. Change is still scary, even when your life is on the line.
