I... relapsed into addiction last night. Came to my dad on the verge of tears, and we prayed.
"It's going to be okay"
For a while now, my addiction has been expressed as this female version of Jello, and it has been good to give my enemy a face. I call her Blueberry, and she'll show up from time to time.
But I will beat her. Day by day, I will win, but more than that, I will get back up each and ever time she knocks me down. She might be stronger, but only one of us has to keep getting up-- and my secret weapon, I'm not alone in this fight.
Blueberry, you won't rule me forever. I promise that.