It was not by my will that I became a “junkie.”
It happened by devotion to someone I trusted, who fled down a rabbit hole, uncaring of the gravity well sucking me after.
There’s a type of madness reserved for special case people like me.
We do not belong to any category, and are left raving until we claw our own way out of Hell, back into “sanity.”
I cannot avoid that overcoming this will somehow change me.
I am terrified that I will lose who I have known myself to be.
