Well, I just lost a roommate because she relapsed. It sucks… I was there just a few months ago in her shoes. Addiction is no fucking joke. I’ve been addicted to drugs and alcohol since I was 15. And been trying to recover for 10 years. Im 31 now. Several trips to prison and rehab later… Here I am. One day at a time. I can’t sleep now, just feelings coming up … Fears and self doubts. But mostly just sad for her. It’s a choice though. Every day. Live or die. Progress or regress.