I'm 42.
I never drank or touched drugs until later in life.
Maybe I was making up for lost time. Maybe I don't want to deal with things such as people or life. I just know that I like it, and it's taken over. Now it leaves me hollow like everything else.
I need to take what I have left and get busy. Find out what it is that tried to dim my fucking shine and smash it. I was never this person...but here we are and I'm a person with an addiction....or 2.