I am proud of the progress that I have made since coming into recovery. I was at a point of no return. I was beat up from the feet up. I lost all hope of ever changing and so I settled for the life I was living. It became all I knew. I was a lost soul living in a world that doesn’t care about the lost souls.
The streets of New York City became my home and the streets have no love for you. The phrase dog eat dog world is for the lame, soft asses of the masses. Street life will chew you up and spit you out. The daily grind of this addict would not be seen by nor survived by most.
But that was then…
My life has changed tremendously. Once the seed was planted and the decision was made. Once I became sick and tired of being sick and tired. I knew that I had to do something or become just another statistic. For the first time in my life I wanted to live. I wanted something better for myself. I had to reach that lonely place. That rock bottom. I was all alone or at least that’s how I felt. Lonely, broken and lost. I was guided to a life saving process and I struggled to bring myself out of that bottomless pit.
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink.
You can’t teach a old dog new tricks. But you can teach him to be better at the one’s he already knows.
You can’t make a addict stop using. You can only pray they find their way.
The decision has to be made by the individual. Nothing or no one can make that decision for them. It’s an inside job!
I started from the bottom now I’m here. One day at a time. I get better.