We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
A short story, a message to myself, found again by accident. Written a year ago. It is a message of hope, written in an uncertain time.
On reaching a milestone, today, I share the briefest of notes. How I got here, and what it means. Half a year of sobriety.