Addiction doesnβt care if you are brave, or hilarious, or brilliant, or radiant, or full of life, or clever, or perceptive, or beautiful, or strong. Addiction doesnβt care how loved, or how supported you are, or how much you will be missed. Itβs doing push-ups in the parking lot, as they say, waiting to beat the shit out of you and eat you alive.
Please reach out if you are struggling, better days are coming. The best times can still be ahead of you.

















