Lowest Highs The lowest moments of my life were spent chasing temporary highs, always longing for another fix, in the hopes that it would be the one that helped me get by. My dreams became deluded by the dopamine that surged through my brain, one hit was never enough for me to escape from the pain. The only coping strategy I knew, my confidante that convinced me it could erase the blues. Happy but only for fleeting moments, before my wounds would be reopened. They returned each time like tyrants that had been vilified; wanting to deny me of the comfort that using would provide. Sober now, I feel again; a sensation that is foreign but welcome, as I meet my true self, for the first time, instead of the numb stranger that I had become.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 18:15:37 +0000
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