I hated who I became.  I hated the person I saw in the mirror, so I stopped looking at her.  I avoided her at all costs.  She made me sick.  The more I used, the worse it became.  I welcomed the day that death would come for me.  I knew it was the only way to freedom from the hideous existence my life had become.  I knew the only way to end the madness was to die.  I knew I couldn't live with it, and I knew I couldn't live without it.

I was wrong.

Welcome to KCI.  Don't give up on yourself.  Somewhere, deep down inside of you is the person you want to become.  I know it's hard to believe right now.  I didn't believe it myself.  But, I was wrong. 

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