I feel that way about booze—done with it. I still get the odd impulse now and then, but there's no dialogue, no debate. I just observe, let it do its thing and then move on.
I ask myself sometimes why I still come here. SR felt essential to me early on, but like I said, I'm done. I've been coming to SR less and less, but there are still days like today, where I might be on for an hour or two.
I think part of the reason is intellectual—the fact I was an addict was a huge part of my life. I want to understand it. It's only been a year and half since I quit, and only about a year that I've been far enough away I could really get a clear of view it all, start to take its measure. I also think part of the reason is emotional: a desire to be around people who have been through, or are now going through, similar experiences. I think that's a pretty normal instinct. And hell, SR gave me hope when I needed it most. It's cool to be around that, at least for me, for now.
