Renata Morresi

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2015

Throughout my recovery.

Go on.

Will this also stop.

A result of the increased use of.

Relief.

Out of rudeness.

Out of kindness.

Damp.

A perfect one.

That I have to kill the desire inside me.

Is not a perfect one.

The past two years.

When I was 10.

Two hours every day.

A few weeks ago.

Damp, still.

Have given me more of a sense of belonging.

Stroke again.

I remember the pain of addiction.

More peace and serenity than I ever thought possible.

Living sanely means.

Articulate breaking.

To proceed to a new destination.

I grew up.

Stopping.

Started admitting.

Add starting.

Crave for.

Stopping.

More.

Void.

Program was like having a ton of bricks lifted off my chest.

A random trigger.

What a relief it was not to be alone anymore and to finally turn on my.

A spectacle and nothing.

Different order.

Compare the.

At last I was able to let go of the burden of resentment.

A time.

Right there, right there.

One person.

I would never ex.

Change.

Ob.

Filth.

Debris.

Rocks.

Fill me with yours.

The honest imperfections.

Of my life today.

Of lies.

Take hold of.

Lying.

Strike.

Stroke.

Slowly, Im learning that I dont need to be dont need.

To reject intimacy in an effort to protect dont need.

Increasing frequency of.

Dont need.

And long enough.

My goal today is the same as it has been throughout my recovery.

To merge.

Generate.

A small sac.

Even my worst day.

I remember the pain of addiction.

Will this also stop.

I hated and thought.

In.

Smooth.

Thick.

Untick.

I remember remember the pain of addiction.

When you select restart or shut down.

When you select its like.

When you you.

Open it wide.

Sooth it down.

Quit and re-open.

Exhaust.

A box.

Fill.

Quit and re-correct.

You fuck, correct.

Open.

In a box.

Admit powerlessness.

Unmanage.

Come and uncome.

Came to believe in.

On me.

The reward circuitry compels me.

I remember the pain of addiction.

Compels you to do things that further your inventory of selves.

Super-es.

Back, in the back.

Natural repetition.

I worry if I stop too long.

I'll lose my feel good feelings.

Push along, I say.

I'm so tempted to just hit.

To beg for.

With multiple tabs open and clicking for hours, you can.

Yes, yes, yes.

The best way to reboot is to give your brain a rest.

From recovery.

As I get older the more apparent the side effects of this addiction.

Will this also.