Embracing My Dark Passenger: A Journey Through Addiction and Recovery Warning: This post contains dark humor and an even darker passenger. Proceed with caution. I'm not a serial killer, but I do have a "dark passenger." It's not the kind that kills people, but the kind that kills relationships, opportunities, and occasionally tries to kill me. If you've watched the show Dexter, you know what I'm talking about. For those who haven't, let me explain: My addiction is my dark passenger. It's the constant companion whispering terrible ideas into my ear, the shadow looming over my shoulder, the voice telling me to make that impulsive decision I'll definitely regret later. It's the part of me that doesn't want to get better, the part that sabotages my progress and convinces me to pick up a drink/drug/poor life choice again. For a long time, I hated this part of myself. I felt ashamed and broken, like I was forever chained to this destructive force...
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