The drugs used to make everything feel better, used to numb the pain. Now they only seemed to intensify it, gripping my heart like a vice. I knew I was pushing her away, could see the hurt in her eyes every time I dismissed her concern. But admitting I needed help meant fully confronting the demons I tried so hard to escape. She didn't understand that this wasn't something I could just snap out of, that my body craved the high even as my mind rebelled against it. I wish I could explain to her how hard I'm trying, how much I want to be the man she deserves. But the words stick in my throat, choked back by years of shame and denial. I can feel her giving up on me, and I don't blame her. I was starting to give up on myself -0pp🦋