It’s almost unbelievable how drained I’ve been. I’ve been exhausted before, I know what rock-bottom tired feels like. But this… this is different. Feels like – at the very end before I stopped drinking in Ramadan, at the very bottom of this bottomless bottle – my life force was being syphoned away.
Into some parallel world where I couldn’t do anything without being piss drunk. And I mean anything. From menial daily chores to walks in the park listening to music. I know addictions will do that to you, eventually. Severe addictions.
But this time it feels like I was dealing with an intentionally malignant energy. It feels like I’m reconquering every little aspect of my life, sober. It feels fresh and daunting at the same time. It feels like I’m pulling all my stolen life force from this other realm and back into my reality, onto my beautiful Gaia.
INNER CHILD INCOMING!!!! Fast and furious! Hilarious too.
Oh this just got much better! WOW!
My flipping Free Will just flipped! Alright, I could not have done this alone. You know it, don’t ya?
I thought I knew my inner child, but I didn’t, not really. I didn’t know know, you know? Now I feel it. HER.
Diary of an Ascending Addict 
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