Sometimes I just want to reintroduce old habits. Swallow that "friend" and feel more secure. Chase it with a shot or two. Numb the everyday angst. Deplete the panic and anxiety back to the depths of my mind, now cloudy and calm. There will be no more rain for the time being. My "friends" are there for me. But reality has a way of attacking and protruding through the clouds like a missile aimed directly at my center and prematurely crumbling core.