I realized waking up that I have a severe case of addiction to writing. No joke, I never felt as empty finishing my book since breaking up a year and a half ago. It's that bad. I've been in a "What now ?" phase for the past three days, but realizing the addiction kinda made a jolt to my mind and now I intend... To write some more, but not with the feeling of obligation I had yesterday. Now it is more of a sane, productive sensation.
So yeah, addiction to writing, it exist. It isn't as corrosive as ciggys, and it is more productive. Dangerous for your mental health, but easily found.