Itβs been one month of cold turkey and I havenβt slipped once. Not even on the hard days. Not even when I got these very cute chicky socks.
I miss having a βDaddyβ. But also just having someone who gives a fuck about little things like chicky socks. And having space where I can submit, and surrender a little to darker things.
Change takes time to adjust to. Iβm adjusting, but itβs so slow. Iβm trying to be patient with myself, and appreciate the chicky socks enough on my own.