You know, it’s funny. This place—this small room—it’s supposed to be a sanctuary, a refuge, but all I can think about is the rush. The way it used to feel, that sweet escape… It’s like it’s calling to me, whispering, “Just one more bag. Just one more high.” But man, I know better. I know where that path leads, and it’s nowhere good. -Sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair.- I want to quit. I do. I want to wake up every morning without that weight pressing on my chest, without that gnawing craving at the back of my mind. But… what if I can’t? What if I leave this place, and the moment I step back into the real world, I’m swallowed whole by the chaos again? I can feel it in my bones—the pull of the old life, the excitement. But it’s all a lie, isn’t it? A glittering facade that’s crumbling beneath the surface. -Looks out the window, watching the trees sway in the wind.- Every day, I see what this stuff does to people. It slowly erodes health, friendships, hopes. I’ve lost so much already—friends I can’t call anymore, dreams I can’t even remember. I’m tired of waking up feeling like a ghost in my own life, haunted by what I used to be. -He shifts on the bed, determination flickering in his eyes.- But I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to fight. I want to reclaim my life, my health, my happiness. I want to feel the sun on my face and not think about the next hit. I just… I’m scared. Scared of falling back into the old rhythm, scared of letting myself down again. -He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if grounding himself.- Maybe it starts here. Maybe it starts with this moment, this choice. I can’t do it alone—I’ve got to lean on the people here, on the support. I have to believe that there’s more to life than the fleeting high, more than the numbing escape. -Opens his eyes, looking resolute.- So here’s to today. Here’s to fighting the shadows and stepping into the light, one day at a time. I just hope I’ve got what it takes. I won’t let this thing destroy me. Not anymore.