I cling to the gym like a flotation device in the choppy waters of addiction. I don't know if I would have it in me to recover without it. I just have an aggressive mind that needs to live hard (i also need tender moments, but can't have just one), and the gym does seem to satisfy that. I know it sounds really cheesy to say stuff like this, how lifting weights saved your life and such, but it's how things have played out for me.