There’s something really disconcertingly sad about losing someone to recovery. I completely understand the necessity for some people to “get with the program” so to speak, in order to survive, but it can get hauntingly lonely if you manage to avoid going over the edge yourself and still find value in substances that challenge consensual reality (and so on.)

You’re doing Super Dangerous Drugs in their eyes no matter what your actual reality is, so the gap in understanding just continues to widen.