In my mind, things are different -- I think that is always the case. I don’t care about drama, I care about the trees, yet that is somewhat dramatic.
Life is not always fair, nor is it always kind, and if we can construct a truth that’s easier to accept, why wouldn’t we?
This is about what I was willing to do to fix what I knew had torn my beautiful family apart. Like I said, if a person wants something bad enough, they will figure out a way to get it, even if it means stealing a car left running in the middle of the street and blindly head north.
Today, I can clearly see my addictions for what they truly were: ancient sages in dark robes, and shamans dressed in demonic costumes.
I dreamed of adventures with my daughters, creative journeys indulged, meaningful meditation, and perhaps a little magic. But instead I got addiction, arguments, finally a confession, and now a slow lurch toward recovery.