So I'm not sure whether to call this a poem or story. I wrote this to try to convey some of the feelings and thoughts that I've had while going through withdrawals and that sense of panic that seemed to get more and more acute as my addiction became worse and worse. It was obviously really taxing on the body physically, but mentally, it was also very difficult to process a lot of the stats. And those thoughts lingered way past the time that my body recovered eventually
Steven Collazo
@Jigsoar63 · 2:26
Hey, Ruben, jigsaw 63 here. Listen, I was listening to you talk about your recovery and how you're, I guess, starting to feel these feelings that were numbed when you were drinking. And now you mentioned something about something being acute. I don't think that's like a bad thing. I think that's a new energy. You got to push forward your creativity, which is every day, creating it every day