As an active sexaholic, I always wanted to get back to feeling what I referred to as “normal.” I would look at other people and think: “Hey, they’re normal, why can’t I be like them?” Then I’d automatically go after my drug, and soon enough, I’d feel what I fancied was “normal” again. And this worked pretty well for a number of years, except that to continue feeling what I called “normal,” I needed a constant supply, and lost my life in the process.