One thing I've learned though the years is that you never really learn from your mistakes until it's to late. I have spent so many nights lying awake wondering what it would be like to go back to Dan. Back to the alcohol. The depression. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really left. I still remember the pain I was left with every time I was hit, cheated on, and left behind. But even through all this reflection and acceptance, I'm hooked. There's a part of me that will always want to go back, and it's because of this that I wonder, is this how we grow and learn, or am I just lost in the life that was so cruel but so welcoming? It's through these thoughts that I introduce myself.
My name is Alexis Hill.