Today the reality of what the opiate trap is all about weighed hard on my willpower. The hatred for the rope that tightens firmly around my neck. Longing for the relief it provides. The death of physical and emotional pain.
I force myself to remember the times I was stuck on the street. Desperate to score hour after hour. the sad lonely ache that never left me. I am truly feeling for the addicts out there tonight. I am thinking about them, and hoping for their safety, peace, and that they might find way out of the trap.
A reminder to share this blog with a loved one or through social media to help reach the addicts who need a first step!
Each day recovery feels like a fight for my life. I set purpose everyday to become someone other than the girl who gets stressed and runs for the junk I write to reach out to addicts, and anyone interested in or affected by addiction. I am open to any advice, guidance or opinions that you may want to share. It is important to me to make my addiction mean something. Thanks for reading! Please subscribe!
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