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...sp;nursing my black eye trying to fend off the ‘burden status’ I was feeling. I knew that I was in a safe house, and it only took nearly escaping a police raid and getting jumped to realize that I couldn’t live this lifestyle anymore. That wasn’t necessarily my ‘rock bottom’ as addicts say, but I believe that the blow to my face literally knocked some sense into me. It wasn’t until that I had realized what Mathilda meant all the times she had said that I had 'lost sight of myself'.

I knew I needed help, though when I knocked on Mathilda’s door and a different yet still familiar face answered, I had actually felt ashamed for the first time in a long time and contemplated running away. Part of my other life had been exposed, and though I was scared $!#*less, my want to get sober got the better of me this time.

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