There was a time in my life when I thought partying was freedom. The late nights, the substances, the laughter that spilled out easier after a drink, it felt like connection. But looking back, I can see it was numbing. It was the only place I let myself feel or show emotion. I didn’t know it was a coping mechanism. I thought it was just who l was. The wolves showed me otherwise. Living alongside them gradually revealed the patterns I thought were “me” were actually survival. Coping. Keeping me s

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