Is my addiction really doing push-ups in the parking lot?
On trusting old tropes instead of myself.
“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life afraid of this thing.”
Tears stream down my face as I say it, but I’m not shaky; I’m steady and calm and certain. I mean what I say, even though somewhere buried deep inside of the statement is the unspoken question: Do I have to?
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