And I created

I didn't need wine.

Or lots of chocolate.

I didn't need sex or bread.

I wrote.

I wrote and I wrote, and it wasn't painful.

It didn't cause anger, shame, or sadness.

It was just writing.

For the first time in a long time, I didn't need to cope.

I was able to look at pieces of my company without negative emotion.

I was asked to create, and I created.

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