My addiction is funny like that

One moment I'll be crying my eyes out on the phone to my mom, then we'll talk about what we had for lunch, then she'll be helping me schedule AA, then we'll have an in depth talk about Elvis Presely's impact on the musical world. I'll cry again, then we say good night.

It's like you're possessed by a crazy person, l but the real you is still there.

((Note: I'm not talking about late stage, hospitalized addiction here, just where I'm at))