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The Unrelenting Familiar Stranger

This is a fictitious story, based on combined interpretations of the strong and beautiful people that struggle with substance abuse.

By Ashley ShiflettPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
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The Unrelenting Familiar Stranger
Photo by Volkan Olmez on Unsplash

Everyday the same routine, she comes to me at night with the expectation for me to greet her with open arms, scarred and damaged. I can always sense her near me, especially when I'm alone. She tugs and pulls, and I lie in silence waiting to see if I can ignore her enticing poison until she stops.

I remember a time before we met; a life filled with dreams and possibility. I had a hope to be a better person than the people around me.

I knew there would come a day when I would face her. I would stand strong and resist unlike the others that came before me.

And I did resist... The first time she greeted me I proudly turned my face, assuming we would part ways after the rejection. She vanished for a while but then started reappearing right when it was inconvenient for me. It's like somehow she knew...

With each dark day that passed, she was with me; always there when I wanted to forget, bringing to me all the comfort she promised but with such a price. After all, what is pleasure without sacrifice?

I wonder if I would do it all again, and will I let her in like I did before? Should I just give in? My release would bring me comfort, but is it worth it?

I can see the price my family pays, so I try to avoid them. Their judgmental glares are too much for me to bare, and I know they will never understand. They will never know the unrelenting temptation she brings with each second that passes. Do I judge them for not knowing what she is like?

I have recognized that the choices I make are mine and mine alone, but the weight I carry is heavy and should not be ignored. Am I selfish to notice this?

Everyday while promising myself I will not give in, I still seem to fail to my sureness. I have nothing left to lose as, because of her, I have lost it all. I still can't give up my longing to be back where I belong.

I have to keep going, keep moving, and keep healing even when I think so much is against me. So tonight I locked the door, but I know she will be back tomorrow. All I can do is move forward.

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About the Creator

Ashley Shiflett

I have always had a passion for writing.

I hope to share my love for stories with everyone that I meet. I'm hopeful that in some way they will motivate you, help you smile, or even encourage you through a difficult time.

All are welcome!

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  • Mike Singleton - Mikeydred2 years ago

    An interesting piece , well written and presented

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