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MY EYES YOUR EYES

You’ve seen some of what addiction looked like through my eyes. This is where you can show me what it looks like through yours.

About this space

Leave anything you think is worth sharing about what addiction is actually like: a memory, an ordinary day, something people misunderstand, something you lost, something you survived, or something you still can’t explain.

Type on the page, record your voice with the microphone, or send a file through the notebook. Submit under your name, a chosen name, or anonymously.

With your permission, contributions may become part of a dedicated corner of this room. Some may also be selected for the book chapter “My Eyes Your Eyes.” That collection is coming soon. Submitting does not guarantee inclusion.

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Ryan’s nighttime desk: open notebook left of the red microphone, worn black typewriter at right beneath the monitors.

Typewriter: write · Microphone: record · Notebook: attach a file

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Other eyes. Their own words.

Contributions are reviewed privately first. A future corner of this room will hold selected work, shared only with its contributor’s permission.

Entries are not monitored in real time.

MY EYES YOUR EYES

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