Addiction is looking for peace.

Not a brain-malfunction.

Not proof of weakness.

Not a genetic fuck up.

Nor a disease.

It is an attempt at coming home.

An innocent craving at first.

A natural longing.

It’s about feeling good for a while (or at least not feeling so fucking bad).

A vicious cycle where the solution becomes the problem.

And we can’t help it.

We are born to search.

Looking for the way out (which turns out to be back in).

The solution.

The doorway.

The space of

Just.

Being.

Okay.

Addiction is a painful misunderstanding.

A relationship with a lookalike.

A surrogate.

It’s about looking for You in all the wrong places.

And here’s the way out (which is actually back in):

Find out who’s looking.

That’s it.

Home is here.

Cheers.

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