Chapter 18

“Mine’s dead. Broken. Not totaled. But totally dead.”

One day with nothing better to do, I’d eaten up a full charge, not to mention the half a dozen times I’d cut my finger on the cracked screen. Acutely aware I would never be a person who practiced moderation, I would always be partway to recovering, too, if realizing I had a problem was half the battle. Excessive exercise had taken the place of excessive drug use. Jonesing for a workout after less than two days without one had driven me straight to the obsession primed to take its place. It had gripped me for a while, even before the drugs. I’d started clicking those “I’m over 18” boxes back when I was eleven, and there was no turning back.