Deep down, I knew that something was very wrong. My work identity was completely different than my nighttime one.
By day, I functioned well, felt smart and capable. When work ended, I quickly became incompetent and unsure—questioning myself to the point of immobilization and unable to make decisions. I would then reach out to fellow addicts to regain some stability.
At night, I could not imagine getting up, getting dressed and facing the world the next day. It was such a disparity between functional and non-functional. But when the sun came up, I became Superwoman, putting on my costume, and ready to face the day.
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