It gets easier, but it gets harder first.
I think it says that in the book. One of them, at least.
We both know recovery isn't a straight line, or even a roller-coaster.
It's a pitched battle against ourselves fought with honesty and pain and desperation and hope.
The cost of failure is catastrophe, and the cost of victory sometimes feels almost as much.
But there's no middle ground. Half measures availed us nothing.
So let this poem represent what we cannot do alone but can surely do together:
Love our darkness back to the light, and finally find peace.
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