I am so happy to be at peace, a place, instead of the sensation of mind erase, a drink, but also a place. I am no longer the feeling of lack of space, but am allowed to exist.
I wasn’t before this. I was a state of mind that was pushed away, a meditation thought to be decay, but now I exist.
Drinking, using, any of that… is not better than this, and none of that is missed, not for anything would I give up this.
I am so glad to be done, and be able to not hate myself anymore.
I have begun to sow the fractured pieces of my soul back together, but it is hard, a reverse dissection of a fake infection projected on me by my own hand.
At least now I can stand on my own two feet.