Anonymous

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I spent years drowning in a slow suicide—
a cruel addiction that shattered everything I once loved. The depression was one thing, but the bone-rattling shakes, the blackouts, the nights I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror… those were worse.

My life became a cocktail of cheap liquor, cocaine dust, and strangers who never asked my name. I spiraled so deep, even hell started to feel like home.

But at rock bottom, I found something unexpected—
not a miracle, but a room full of people who knew my pain. No masks, no lies. Just reflections of the broken man I’d become. In that darkness, a flicker of light broke through. It wasn’t redemption. Not yet. But it was a start.