How to take care of your darkness in recovery
I got some devastating news two weeks ago — actually, the legitimately worst news of my life — and, after seven days of trying to process it, decided to start smoking again. Or rather, not to start smoking full time, which I’ve never really done, unless you can consider my previous practice of smoking while I drink, when I drank pretty much all the time, to basically mean being a smoker. I don’t, because even during those times, when I didn’t care at all about myself, my health and my life, it was clear…
