I stopped doing drugs June 1, 2014. After 2 decades of abusing myself and destroying everything good in my life, that day was the change point. I got arrested, did my time and came home to a new city and have built a new life. I work insane hours. I am responsible for many people. I am a good friend and try to be a good boss. When I wake up in the morning to start my 11 hour days I look in the mirror and sometimes ponder at who I am today. People depend on me. Me?? The stress I face daily is no joke but in spite of being exhausted I do feel like I am thriving, living, doing the damn thing one day at a time in this now Covid filled crazy world. Addiction is painful and devastating. The fact that I am still alive amazes me. My life today still catches me by surprise at times. I no longer make future plans. I have goals, realistic ones. I am single, by choice right now. I don't have alot left to give to anyone after I clock-out. I absolutley believe that my life changed the day I just gave everything to God. I can't handle alot but He carries me through the worst days. For me, my faith in Him is unshakeable. He is there and always will be. What more do I need? Life is good, hard somedays, but always good.
