I’m an addict…of what is not clear. I prefer sex because I can’t express myself emotionally. But with a husband thats detatched ….that’s a hard task…so I turn to alcohol and writing.. but they seem temporary.. music…I think I could listen to lyrics that capture everything I feel and die listening to the drugs of the words speaking my own soul. But I have two daughters that keep me hanging on this thread. I wish I knew another way.