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"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

Tharien took the sleeve from his hand. The plastic was warm from being carried, but what lay inside it was ice. A single sheet of paper, neatly printed, the tone clinical and kind in the way a blade could be kind if it didn’t tremble. BOND DISTRESS SUPPORT Confidential. Immediate. Mercy without shame. If you or your bonded partner is experiencing destabilization, sleep disruption, intrusive numbness, or emotional volatility, help is available. At the bottom was an address. A number. A QR code. Tharien’s vision tunneled.

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The woman, who served as the chairperson, asked, her warm and understanding eyes locked onto mine. I felt my throat tighten, a mix of anxiety and relief flooding through me. I awkwardly waved at the diverse group of faces that turned their attention towards me. "Hi, everyone," I began, my voice trembling ever so slightly, "I'm Cindy, and I guess I'm here because... well, I'm an addict, but it's not like I'm a hardcore one." My voice steadied as I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I mean, I have my sober moments, but lately, it's been a struggle. I've been feeling this pull, this urge to go down that dark path again, and I really don't want to."

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

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STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

“I like the idea of the dietician. We’ll do that. But—I wondered if you had any resources in the hospital for cardiac rehab patients who have a drinking problem. Because part of the issue here is that he doesn’t want to go to his sessions when he’s got the headache and indigestion, he has every morning. I’ve tried clearing out all the booze in the house, believe me.” “You can’t make him quit,” she said, not unkindly, “there’s no one sneakier than an addict. I’ll have the nurse give you the contact info for the Al-Anon group that meets on Tuesdays. But, Mr. Winters, this seems to be the root of the problem,” she said. “A man can’t have a drink every now and then? This is a bunch of bullshit,”

As I got to my room, Mary helped me to my bed, and honestly, being there was what I truly needed. '' Take this,'' Mary gave me a drug to help me calm down, and it worked like magic. '' Don't worry your head about any of this, Xander will take care of it,'' Mary said as she sat by my bedside. '' Has it always been like this, in this house,'' I asked after several minutes of silence. '' I don't understand, what you mean,'' Mary let out with a confused look on her face. '' Has this place always been filled with death and uncertainty,'' I asked again.

I explained. He stared at me intently. His face was expressionless and his eyes unreadable, making it hard for me to know how he felt. "Say something, Arnold. I'm losing my damn mind." I urged him. "Sure, I was about to say something if you had been patient enough. What I keep asking myself right now is why you stumbled into drugs. You weren't depressed and your brother took good care of you, so make it clear to me." This was the hard part, but a book I read about conquering your addictions stated that the first way to break out was by telling your truth, no matter how hard it was.