ADDICTION

I was once hopelessly addicted. I continually saw what it was doing to me and could not stop. That is Hell.

Once you see what it is doing coupled with how powerless you are to stop, then you know a loneliness at its most terrifying.

Now, somehow, anyway it can be done, it is so important it cannot be overstressed to ask yourself, what is it about me that has allowed this to become my natural state? If you cannot, then ask yourself, how come I cannot even ask myself such a question when I know I would not refuse to ask it of a friend? Can it be turned around? Can I love myself enough to be a friend to me? Is there a friend somewhere who will understand me? To nothing with a name you have given it, inside, beg, please, show me such a friend.

Open your eyes. Open all senses at once. Open your heart.

Follow.