Some days I feel unwanted. Some days I feel unloved. Beyond the grasp for happiness. Beyond the grasp for life. Rage turns into confusion as I flip through the meaningless pages. Every book the same, happily ever after, end game. I search and search for new answers; an unread page, a missing title. Nothing. I travel home, wondering, ‘why?’

I turn and abusive path towards the secret horrors of the night. Sinking further and further into a dark pit, surrounded with sweet pleasures, all taking the thoughts away. Friends become distant memory. Family fears my life, but it’s okay.. I have, you. Suddenly there’s a knock on a door, the lights flicker on. ‘Where am I? What the HELL am I doing? Who.., have I become?’ I climb and climb, faster and faster towards the unopened door. It seems so far away, but I can’t stop now. Who’s out there? A final few steps, my thoughts flooding back. I reach for the doorknob, and grasp it without hesitation.

The light is blinding, a figure so bleak. My eyes adjust, it’s only me. A mirror reflects the horrors I’ve done. I’ve become so different, who have I become? Addiction is not a disease, it’s a choice. I raise my head up, standing proudly. ‘I am a survivor, strength is inside me. I am wanted, I am loved, I am Life.’