At the moment when I met my therapist--which happened "accidentally," I wasn't looking for a therapist--at that moment, I knew I was going to sober up. I had no doubts. It was totally clear to me. I've tried since then to reproduce or manufacture this kind of doubtless certainty, and it can't be manufactured. It emerged out of life itself. It was simply there. In fact, it almost seems like in that moment, my sobering up had already happened. Would I have stayed sober without my therapist? No way to know. But I can't really explain why I stopped. Or why the person sitting next to me in the bar never did.
Is wanting to know also an addiction?
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Hi, my name is Deb, and I'm a reason-aholic.
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