Accept it for what it is?

Resentments.

Ugh.

Just when I think I’m done with resentments, one crops up. Why? Is it because I’m an addict or because I’m human? That’s one question I guess I won’t know the answer to because, well, let’s face it, I’m an addict, recovered or not. That means that as much as I’d love to say that my brain is a perfect playground of butterflies and daisies, sometimes it’s still spiders (gah!) and poison ivy.

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