Because the truth is, recovery is almost as terrifying as rock bottom itself. When you've been this person for so long, been ill for so long, your whole personality starts to revolve around it until you're no longer sure of who you were to start with. So, recovery? Recovery means risking not knowing who you are, loosing such a huge part of yourself even if it was a huge weight on your shoulders. Because no matter how much you hate it, there's an odd feeling of comfort that comes from having it. After all, the darkness is always there to catch you once the fleeting light leaves your sights. Darkness, our old friend.
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In The Oceans Of Me
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