I’m finally back to 6 miles. My therapist and i have discussed my backsliding. He asked me “what are you ignoring in your truth that is allowing you to make the bad choices again?” No judgment. But he’s right. I’m at a precipice, about to lose things that no longer serve me—that i developed to feel safer in a lonely childhood. I’m right at the edge of making more choices. And it scares me to death.