There is this perpetual emptiness that is always lingering inside me. There is a void my soul so desperately wants to fill. We have tried everything to fill it though, haven’t we? Addiction has roots that run multiple generations deep in my family. That ought to have been something someone told me about growing up. But part of addiction is the crippling shame that leaves us gasping for air, let alone with the energy to warn those we love.
I am twenty- two years old. It feels like everyone my age is figuring out who they are, meanwhile I am just now realizing that most of my life was only what I have fabricated it to be.