Beautifly Broken Saved Sinner

Previously

…This chapter of my life, locked away, was where the past stopped being context and started being the whole scene. I couldn't distract myself with the next score, the next high, the next fleeting escape route. The road ended here, confronting the wreckage. The concrete walls didn't just surround me; they forced me to look inward at the ruins of my own spirit, where the echoes of forgotten, terrible things played on a loop, waiting for someone—anyone—to finally turn down the volume. And for a long time, I was the one holding the remote, determined to keep the suffering alive, because the suffering felt more familiar, more real, than any possibility of peace.