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There was a time in my life when I didn't recognize the man staring back at me.

I wasn't just losing control, I was losing myself. I walked through a darkness that

felt endless, a place where shame was heavy, fear was constant, and hope felt like

a lie. For me, that narkness, that darkness showed up as addiction,

but listen, darkness takes many forms. Some people battle substances.

Others battle their own thoughts. Some fight regret, anger, lust,

self-hate, broken relationships, or a past that won't let go. Chains are chains,

no matter what they're made of. And in my darkest moments, when I believed