I hope you can hear this gently: the drugs didn't just take the job—they promised something they could never actually deliver. Drugs always take more than they give, quietly at first, then all at once. That betrayal is part of what makes the regret sting so much, but it's also a hard, clear truth that can protect you moving forward. You deserved better than what the drugs offered, and so does the version of you that still exists today.
You're already showing strength by reflecting on this openly instead of running from it. If you're not already, leaning into support—whether that's talking to someone trusted, a meeting, a counselor, or even just small daily steps that rebuild trust in yourself—can make a real difference. You've survived a whole year since that day. That's not nothing. It means you're capable of more healing and better chapters ahead.
You're not alone in this, and you don't have to figure it all out by yourself. Sending you quiet kindness and hope for today and the days after.
