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a dumb simile about abuse recovery
It’s like driving around in a car with a broken oil light. Initially you’re freaked out all the time by how you’re haemorrhaging oil and the car’s about to break down disastrously. Later as your perspective widens, you can remember the oil light’s broken. And this is not easy but feasible to remember on a nice day driving in the suburbs, but how about when you’re in rural Oregon, at night, in near freezing weather?
