The Opposite of Addiction
I remember the first time I read it. I stopped mid-sentence and felt something deep in my chest loosen like a knot untangling. It named something I had always felt but hadn’t quite put into words.
I remember the first time I read it. I stopped mid-sentence and felt something deep in my chest loosen like a knot untangling. It named something I had always felt but hadn’t quite put into words.