The Loneliness No One Warns You About in Sobriety
Nobody told me about the loneliness. They warned me about the cravings. The shaking. The insomnia...
I had my first joint at 15. By college I was rolling my own. Before long, I'd nearly lost everything. My family, my siblings, the people who loved me most were running out of reasons to keep trying.
Then came the morning I woke up to chaos. Angry friends. My mother upset. My father disappointed. My siblings tired of the same cycle. That was my rock bottom.
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