That’s the problem with reality, that’s the fallacy of therapy: It assumes that you will have a series of revelations, or even just one little one, and that these various truths will come to you and will change your life completely. It assumes that insight alone is a transformative force. But the truth is, it doesn’t work that way. In real life, everyday you might come to some new conclusion about yourself and about the reasoning behind your behavior, and you can tell yourself that this knowledge will make all the difference. But in all likelihood, you’re going to keep on doing the same old drugs. You’ll still be the same person. You’ll still cling to your destructive, debilitating habits because your emotional tie to them is so strong-so much stronger than any dime-store thought you might come up with–that the stupid things you do are really the only things you’ve got that keep you centered and connected. They are the only things that make you you.