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'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.
If you're an oxygen thief like me, I encourage you to seek help. It's not worth the risk. And if you're a victim of oxygen thievery, I apologize. I'm working on getting my own oxygen back. a diary of an oxygen thief new
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.
I just had my first Oxygen Anonymous meeting, and it was eye-opening. I'm not alone in this struggle, and that's a relief. I'm looking forward to the journey ahead, and I'm hopeful that I can overcome my addiction. So, I'm making a change
It started innocently enough. I was feeling a bit short of breath one day, and I noticed that my neighbor's oxygen tank was always full. I mean, always full. I began to wonder if they really needed it, or if they were just hoarding it like a prepper stockpiling canned goods.
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
I've started to notice the impact it's having on my relationships, too. My neighbors are suspicious of me, and for good reason. They're starting to notice that their oxygen levels are always low, and they're getting angry.