I had a passing thought today.
A little folly of a thought.
About how nice it used to be to get wasted when I was bored, frightened, grieving. And then I thought, “Jo, it won’t help relieve the boredom, fear and grief. Trust me. And then you’ll just have another addiction to deal with, and all that comes with it.”
And the fleeting thought went away.
Just like that.