I sit here, pen in hand, my heart racing. The room feels smaller, suffocating. The walls seem to close in, pressing against my secrets. I’ve carried this burden for far too long, and it’s time to unshackle myself.

It began innocently enough. A curious exploration, a tentative sip. The rush was immediate—a cascade of sensations that ignited my senses. I told myself it was just a passing fancy, a fleeting dalliance. But deep down, I knew. I was hooked.

The rituals became my sanctuary. The hushed moments when no one was watching—the stolen glances, the furtive movements. I’d sneak away, craving that familiar warmth, that elusive high. Each encounter left me both elated and ashamed.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months. My life revolved around it. I’d wake up with it on my mind, and it would haunt my dreams. Friends and family noticed the change—the erratic behavior, the hollow eyes. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

There comes a moment when denial crumbles. When the mirror reflects not just my face, but the truth. I saw it—the toll it had taken. My health, my relationships—all sacrificed at the altar of this insatiable hunger. I was drowning, and the addiction was the water.

And so, here I am. Admitting it to myself, and now to you. I am an addict. The word hangs heavy, like an anchor around my neck. But perhaps this confession is my lifeline—the first step toward redemption.

I hope you find solace in sharing your struggle. Remember, acknowledging the problem is the beginning of healing. Seek support, reach out to loved ones, and know that you’re not alone.

LOL You still reading this?? That was all written by A.I.!! I don't talk like that !!!
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