Addictions...


what are your addictions? we all seem to have something…sometimes we just have to think about it. not everything is labled “bad”, yet, it can have just as strong of a hold on our psyche. so, let’s say I’m not downing a bottle of wine everyday, but, i’m always on the computer? i believe anything which distorts or damages our connection to ourselves and those we love is dangerous. what are your thoughts?

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