I'm only half kidding.
This is what I looked like yesterday (a dead dahlia) trying to figure out what I needed and why.
I couldn't figure out either.
I know I'm not a Syrian refugee on a overcrowded boat so I am very thankful for that. Really, I am.
I do try to put my obsessions in perspective even if for a nanosecond.
I suspect when people sober up or detox they are left with similar black holes that simply can't be filled and on most days they can distract themselves but on certain days, like yesterday, distractions lead back to the source:
“I need/want something but what is it? Oh, right. I can't have that. So, what can I have? What! Nothing fixes it? Sigh.”
The old world of sugary treats and refined carbs was at least anesthesia and even if they are not as appealing now, at least they are something.
This living in the real world, petty or profound, ain't all it's cracked up to be.
I also think it is probably the # reason folks relapse.
It's not logic that fails us, that's for sure. We just don't make sense.