And while it’s unthinkable that I would pour a bottle of pills down someone else’s throat or slice another person’s flesh with a razor blade, the relationship I have with myself allows this option to exist for me. In some ways, coming to terms with myself and working toward recovery has been like saying “I love you” to someone but keeping a loaded gun hidden in your back pocket, just in case that person pisses you off enough.
Dark but so true...
