I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
I just read that women in their 40’s are just becoming who they were when they were 16 except this time they love her. And I cannot stop thinking about this.
Addiction is just misplaced devotion. You gave ritual, sacrifice, and loyalty to your own destruction. That same energy, redirected, could build empires. You were never weak, just worshipping the wrong god.