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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.

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. 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 a setback

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. I'm going to keep trying, and I'm going to get through this

But as time went on, I realized that I wasn't just stealing oxygen – I was stealing a lifeline. My neighbors were using it to breathe, to live. And I was taking it away from them.

I just got a call from my neighbor, and they're offering me a spot in their oxygen-sharing program. I'm not sure if I deserve it, but I'm going to take it. It's a start.

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.