A critical error in overcoming a hellish addiction is becoming convinced that the devil no longer exists.
To believe the terror that once held your world hostage has simply vanished into the void - disarmed, disinterested, done with your soul.
To assume the predator was slain by your efforts, without ever following the blood trail to find the corpse, is a dangerous fantasy.
To forget the gravity of this foe is to ignore the laws of the universe, the laws of nature, and the laws of human frailty.
It is a fatal mistake to underestimate the devil in addiction and its paralyzing potency - its ability to transform us into slaves and to destroy what we love.
While addiction does not define you, it needs to leave a mark on you.
Not as evidence of shame, but as a scar.
A scar that keeps you mindful of the battle you won at great cost.
The painful scrapes that carve your character into a masterpiece.
The fight for your life and the victory you earned, seared into your being.
The Medusa turned to stone when you raised the mirror.
The Succubus that failed to feed, forced to starve.
The Vampire given the gift of the Sun, to agonize in its ashes.
Urges denied.
Temptations conquered.
Enemies vanquished.
When the beast draws its final breath before us, we must not waste its remains - feast on its heart to reclaim what was stolen and wrap our feet in its hide to soothe the ache of uncertainty.
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