
Addiction, it can reveal itself in many insidious forms: drugs, alcohol, food, another person, even yourself. It starts off small, nothing sinister, just a drag here, a sip there, a few excited texts in a row, or the journal in which you scrawl endless thoughts of your own. Addiction, it’s potent, perhaps you’ll succumb to it, grasping blindly, fingernails dragging, internally snarling, give me him/it/that/treat need it want it can’t be without it The pen scrawls as though it’s a mind of its own, detailing your lover or your self-obsession, your catharsis, you’re stuck, stuck, stuck, on sharing - won’t someone help break this cycle? Addiction, it’s engulfed me it’s taken o’er, I am wallowing, and now and now and now I cannot stop I won’t, because I do not know how. My addiction, all former afflictions cast aside, this was the one left to to quietly fester and grow. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by CharuTyagi from Pixabay
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Thank you 🙂
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A great write Lauren…..
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for your comments.
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This hits home. Day two of recovery starts for me now. Only day two. But it’s still something I am proud of
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Two days is great, Naohm. Keep up the good work. Keep being strong and definitely feel proud of yourself and beginning this journey.
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Thanks for sharing this. I really loved the way you have organized this blog post. Will definitely be sharing this post with my friends… 🙂
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Thank you so much for your comment! I’m glad you enjoyed my post. 🙂
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