When I stopped drinking, I began a new life, and I think of that new life as a tree. At the start it was just a seedling or a baby. Defenseless and fragile. But alive.
It's the real me. It's my real life.
My old life is like a house that I've built to protect myself.
I venture out into the outside world that seems so hostile and threatening and the more I do, the more I come to understand that my real life lives outside.
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