Day 13:
Can you even remember what life is like without pills? And at what point did something that was meant to help you cope with life become an addiction? While you are now able to say, "I am a drug addict," there is still a part of you that whispers, "No you are not, you just take them to get through life like thousands of other people, mother's little helper, what's wrong with that?" So you are a drug addict and you are reaching the point where the drugs will no longer be in your system, scary thought that, maybe you should take a pill to help you. Not so many of the old fears have resurfaced; a good thing, the bad thing is that a whole heap of new fears have lined up to take their place, "Like is my gift for creative writing really me or simply some drug induced side effect?" Very scary thought that one, time for another pill. You say those words and yet you are not reaching for the pill bottle, you are struggling on trying to relearn how to be yourself again, trying to hold on to the idea that your gift with words is really yours and not the drugs, that you can remember just simply how to be you. "Who am I anyway, can someone tell me?"
