Laura McKowen

I fell so far out of integrity with myself, I didn’t trust I’d ever return.

Something big was amiss. This was bigger than alcohol, or addiction.

There was hiding and denying, everywhere.

Why did we try so hard not to see this? Why were we so afraid to tell the truth?

Maybe your thing is chasing love, or sex, or being perfect, or keeping your body very small. Maybe you don’t have a thing, but you still feel a deadness inside and there’s a voice that haunts you — it finds you every morning just after you wake, before you remember yourself — whispering, Listen to me. Say yes to me.