I’m coming towards the end of a major relapse, I feel much more hopeful and active than the corpse that I was a month ago, and as I’m getting sober I came to terms with how little I meant to her, or for anyone in my life for that matter, it used to torture me, and make me feel unwanted and unneeded, then I understood that it’s normal, and it barely bothers me anymore. I’m finally content with being alone in this world.