Had there been any real progress since he had come? None that he could see. But perhaps those around him could see glimmers of a new man, one that he was before becoming a selfish addict. One that he was years ago when he was sober, one that he was before drugs had entered back into his life and almost taken it. A man that he had forgotten about, a man he no longer knew.
He liked to tell himself that thirty days would be enough, but truly he was half way through that period already, and the progress he'd made so far didn't feel so productive.
He'd already addressed the core issues that he had or had not been dealing with for years. His sexuality and his core beliefs. God and sexual identity, two issues that had never been brought up through all the years, avoided and buried with one drug after another, for over ten years.
Avoidance breeds ignorance, and ignorance breeds denial, and denial breeds addiction.
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