NOTE: If this is going to trigger otherwise be bad for your well-being, please stop reading. This is a mental exercise, not encouragement to use. If I offended you or you simply want to talk, I’m always one DM away.
I’ve been thinking about the overlap between positive memories and their reality of indulging my disease—for me, there is a lot of this.
Around ten years ago my girlfriend at the time drove the two of us down to her summer house. I distinctly seeing the music video for Rhye’s “Open”, which coincidentally is a love store at a beach house.
It’s challenging for me to look at that weekend/song and not see anything but another challenge in my journey towards clean time. Has anyone else romanticized a specific memory that was in reality was nothing more than another step in the wrong direction yet remains positively memorable in your head?

