a person holding a candle in a dark forest

Option 1: A Monologue (Radio Drama Style) (Sound of rain and distant city noise) NARRATOR: They say addiction whispers promises of escape. A temporary fix for a world that feels too big, too loud, too much. I know those whispers well. My name is Sarah, and for years, those whispers were my only company. (Sound of a lighter flicking) SARAH: It started small. A cigarette here, a drink there. A way to numb the anxiety, to silence the doubts. But the silence was deceptive. It was a silence born of numbness, a silence that slowly swallowed me whole. (Sound of pills rattling) SARAH: The whispers grew louder, more insistent. They promised oblivion, a blissful escape from the pain. But oblivion turned into a prison, a cage built of my own making. (Sound of a gentle melody begins to play) SARAH: Then came the cracks. The realization that this wasn't an escape, but a slow, agonizing death. The fear, the shame, the overwhelming desire to break free. (Music swells) SARAH: It wasn't easy. It took courage