Sometimes I find myself missing treatment - the safety it provided, the friends I made, the fun I had. I escaped my world and landed in a new one with no stress, no responsibilities, no obligations. My world was about me and my recovery, nothing else… But that wasn’t real life, this is. I must move on and march head first into the years that lie ahead. I am allowed to feel sorrow for the past, but I am not allowed to let it consume me.