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A Lonely Gathering
All human beings are prone to enjoy good times. We all like to let loose, throwing any trace of caution and pursuing a night of debauchery and insanity.
The life of an addict brings forth an entirely different perspective.
I used to love hanging out to all hours of the night chugging anything in sight, cramming the most illicit substances up my nose and downing the most heinous combination of prescription pills I could fathom. Rarely would there be a night that I would ever remember, I fought, I tempted fate, was continuously placed behind bars and destroyed any moral high-groubnd I had ever built.
The days since I began my recovery process have proved nothing but detrimental to keeping me alive. I have built a solid foundation for a lasting relationship and regained the trust of people I had previously assumed I would never hear from again.
Although my age is not of any factor, I still feel the high sense of responsibility when it comes to gatherings of adults letting loose.
I struggle with the fact people can party with minors around even though there is little to no risk of tragedy. Children love to have fun and I completely understand as well as the adult perspective. My highest concern is the protection of my recovery.
