This gallery encompasses two realities. It is a dream I had as a child to go out and explore the world, to take those first steps out into the interesting unknown of possibilities. Later, as an addict, it was the journey into recovery. Much scarier this time, necessary, and full of demons and promise. I don't regret being an addict. I saw felt and experienced amazing things. And I'm scarred for life. It has imprinted on my soul. I am also one of the lucky ones who has achieved long term recovery, and my life has blossomed. The hole in my heart has been filled. Yet I am constantly straddling both realities. It is a duality of being. Myself and others like me did a modern day rite of passage, going out into the jungle with just our wits, walking through the fire to the other side, slaying the dragon, and returning back to not home, forever changed.