I just had a setback. I slipped up and stole oxygen from my neighbor again. But I'm not giving up. I'm going to keep trying, and I'm going to get through this. I promise.
I've been trying to quit, I really have. But it's hard. The oxygen is like a drug, and I'm addicted. I've tried to find alternative sources, but they're expensive and hard to come by. a diary of an oxygen thief new
So, I'm making a change. I'm going to start attending Oxygen Anonymous meetings, and I'm going to try to kick the habit. It's going to be hard, but I'm ready to try. I just had a setback
It's a weird kind of thrill, I guess. A rush of power and control. But it's not worth it. I know that. I'm going to keep trying, and I'm going to get through this
But as time went on, I realized that I wasn't just stealing oxygen – I was stealing a lifeline. My neighbors were using it to breathe, to live. And I was taking it away from them.
I've tried to make excuses, to justify my behavior. I've told myself that I'm just trying to survive, that I need the oxygen to live. But deep down, I know that's not true. I'm not stealing oxygen to survive – I'm stealing it because I can.