Now, was that me or the crystal meth being so stubborn and self righteous? Mmm… probably both.
Memories of Meth – letting my mind wander down the rabbit hole…
If God had said to me, before all this began, “You can save your friend, but it will cost you everything dear in your life”, would I have taken the challenge?
“What is that?”, I ask her.
“It’s ice,” she responds.
Like a reflex, I ask. “Can I try some?”
Some days, like this one, all I want to do is relapse. You read that right, I WANT to relapse. If you’re fresh in your recovery, you may want to skip over this particular blog post. If you’ve been in recovery for some time, maybe you can comment with some advice for me right now….
My dad thought I was going through what all young people go through. He had done his experimenting and figured I was just doing mine a little later in life than he did since I had kids so young. He never developed any kind of addiction, so why would I?
“Your best days are ahead of you. The movie starts when the guy gets sober and puts his life back together; it doesn’t end there.” – Bucky Sinister
For me, quitting meth was the beginning of a journey or a trial. A marathon that I am still in now and don’t expect to be out of any time soon
“Things were perfect now, aside from the fact that I was a functioning drug addict…”
Addicts are a closed group. To an addict, no clean person understands what they are going through. And really, they’re right. Except the ones who have been there. So you would think, once you have been included in the closed group of addiction, the membership would be life long. No one could ever tell you,…
“How often are you doing coke?” “Not often. Only like, once or twice a week.” So casual. Nonchalant. I act like it doesn’t phase me. Inside, half of me wants to shake him and scream “What Are You Doing!?!” And half of me wants to ask if he wants to do some with me right…
“….But HOW did you do it?” I only talked to a doctor about quitting meth one time. It was about a month into my sobriety and around a week after my kids were taken. My mom thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown and paid for me to go see her doctor. The…