My life is much like
Some birds fighting for freedom
Fighting over food
When I looked at this earlier, I thought that was how I once felt. I guess you always somehow find a way of reverting back to what you were once before. Or maybe you revert back for a brief moment. It’s kind of like being in recovery; there will always be slip-ups whether we intend it or not. My slip up is depression and falling down the black hole. It doesn’t happen quite as frequently, but it comes and goes like waves.