Welcome to the dark.

I went through addiction. Not like in those stories where someone hits rock bottom, gets up, and says — I was at the lowest point, but I made it. Mine took longer. A lot longer. And along the way I lost things that don't come back.

This blog exists because I needed to scream something out. Not to a therapist. Not to a friend. Not into an empty room at three in the morning. Here. Out loud. In black and white.

I won't write guides here. I won't tell you how to save yourself, because I spent years figuring it out and I'm still not sure I have the right to advise anyone on anything. What will be here are stories. Mine. Moments I survived, and moments when I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Addiction isn't just about the thing you cling to. It's about what drove you to it. About the hole inside that you keep trying to fill with whatever stops the pain for a little while. And about how that hole gets bigger over time instead of disappearing.

Maybe you came here by accident. Maybe something brought you that you can't quite name yet. Maybe you'll find a piece of your own story here — or just the feeling that in the dark, you're not alone.

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