Addiction doesn’t care if you are brave, or hilarious, or brilliant, or radiant, or full of life, or clever, or perceptive, or beautiful, or strong. Addiction doesn’t care how loved, or how supported you are, or how much you will be missed. It’s 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.















