Last night I ended it with a lover — not a relationship, a moment in time.
Food poisoning became a hard reset: body, addiction, and attachment all purged at once.
Six days clean. Single. Quiet.
Back in Laos, sitting in stillness, coffee in hand, watching life drift past.
No chasing. No fixing. Just healing, writing, and letting the next place reveal itself.
Sometimes stability is the adventure.
https://whothefami.substack.com/p/the-body-knows-when-its-time-to-stop
