Addiction is an Ugly Thing

Mom and I were on one of our morning walks. I'd been having a rough morning, which meant instead of talking non-stop, I pretty much just walked and let Mom do most of the talking.

At one point, she asked if I were going back, back to where I had finally broken free from. I'm ready to heal, I'm ready to move forward, I'm ready to move on. I said no, I wasn't going back.

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