I am battling an addiction.
Like any potent drug, it’s become an indelible part of me. Test my bones and you will find traces there.
I was exposed to this compulsion in early childhood and I still remember how it harnessed the passion of my teenage years. In the decades since, I’ve often broken the habit. I’ve refocused on all the things that I’m told are more constructive: a career, meaningful friendships and the pursuit of other hobbies.
I always fall off the wagon. I want to answer that primal call.
My addiction is writing. Is it yours?
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