I want to share a story to show my gratitude for one of the best gifts I have ever been given.
The gift I hold so dear, was presented to be by a fellow junkie.
We had nothing in common besides our shared addiction and the building we were housed in.
We would kill time between therapy, smokes, snacks, and meals talking about this, that, and nothing.
However, during one of our one on one stress relieving sessions, I told a story that was always so painful and filled me with shame…
Even though I was only a child and the victim.
As soon as I started…
I wanted to stop…
Instead I told my sad tale like it was a joke.
I laughed at my pain so as not to burden this recent stranger with feeling obligated to pretend he cared and give me some token pity.
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