
Had my family over tonight.
Everyone sitting at the table, laughing, eating… normal shit.
And I couldn’t do it.
The sound of chewing, plates, people talking all at once, it felt like my brain was on fire.
Like everything was turned up to 100 and I couldn’t escape it.
I sat there trying to act normal but inside I was losing it.
All I could think about was getting high just to make it stop.
I got up, left the table, and went to Costco just to breathe.
I was so close to breaking tonight.
Closer than I’ve been in days.
But I didn’t.
This isn’t pretty. This isn’t some clean “I’m healing” moment.
This is me barely holding it together and still choosing not to go back.
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