A chapter of how I feel on my third day sober.
Tw: addiction
Gray
When I use the world becomes more colorful.
I loved this sense that life is brighter than it once was, it shines like it never has, but the colors start to lose their luster.
I decided to stop yesterday, the list of reasons is a stack of books that stands taller than I do.
Since then I have been filled with gray.
I have exhausted my brain's systems and I'm seeing in black and white.
Nothing fills me up, I'm in a fog I can't quite see out of.
I am numb to most experiences, I am a shell of what I once was.
I have spent most of my day staring at the ceiling because nothing else sounds fulfilling.
I miss living in extremes, I miss the bright yellows and blues.
I miss the sleepless nights and time spent alone.
I miss passing out on my bedroom floor.
But I don't miss what it brought and how it left me.
I have been sucked dry, but I assure you I won't be again.
This year
I spent a vast majority of sixteen being intoxicated.
I knew how to function despite it and pretend to be sober when I was not.
I am almost seventeen, and I want to live authentically and happily,
Those things are not possible when I'm too drunk to think clearly.
I want to be different.
I have sucked my dopamine systems dry, spent most of my day staring at the ceiling, but it won't always be like that.
Life won't always be gray
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