NYC the day after

Sorry, gang. I deeply regret going. Tourists that afternoon, snapping pictures, getting pictures of themselves “with it”…

I will likely be asked to go back because class attendance was so low. I will likely go back because I need the money. But my first instinct was correct. It was severely triggering.

I appreciate everyone’s faith in me and your congratulations on my “breaking through.” But it doesn’t feel like a breakthrough, and honestly, I feel bad about breaking the promise I made to myself and to my friends. There are things more important than personal strength.

I do not understand why this continues to be a big deal, but it does.