It’s like craving death.
I know it will kill me eventually.
I know it’s not good for me.
Without it, I am the worst version of myself.
I’m always looking for my next fix.
I’m angry and moody simply because nothing else matters.
I snap at nothing and no one really understands what the deal is.
Gasp. There it is. Finally. So good.
Just one little whiff, one little bite and suddenly everything is right again.
It’s been a few minutes. I need another.
This is destroying my life.
It takes over every inch of my body every single second of every single day.
I feel disgusting afterward each fix but in the moment I’m complete.
I crave the rush, if only for a minute.
Regret sets in and now I’m disgusted and ashamed.
Now I’m sad, or worse – angry.
The craving returns… it’s the only thing to make it better.
Not everyone can understand addiction.
It takes many forms.
Drugs. Alcohol. Cigarettes.
Sugar is my drug of choice.
It’s a viscious cycle.
Sad. Eat. Guilt. Repeat.
Somedays I don’t even know that I’m doing it.
People joke like sugar addiction isn’t a real thing.
I don’t remember the last time in my life I wasn’t thinking about sugar.
It’s consuming all of my mind all the time.
And so repeats the cycle.
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