It’s scary to think that I have perhaps wasted a good few years. Precious time. So precious.
It’s scary to think that I have perhaps destroyed relationships…for good.
It’s scary to think that I am relying on chemicals to function, for the implication is that I am not sufficient without, whether for now or always.
But. What I have gained…they feel like all the things I have been searching for for so long, desperately, consciously, unconsciously.
They’re worth the fight.
I have been wanting to return to my roots, for so long…