My mom’s an addict, and her motto is “set your world on fire, seek those who fan the flames” and I think she struggles with banality. Sometimes I don’t blame her, we all just want to feel alive. And there’s no way cold plunges are gonna scratch that itch for her. How do you even get through to someone like that? Don’t we all occasionally have the urge to hurl ourselves towards self destruction to varying degrees, just to escape the narratives we built ourselves into?
HEIDI @ Issue no. 375