Wow this one took me back. The struggle is real. Live in active addiction from November of 2011.
I don’t know what the Fuck is wrong with me. Every day I say I’m going to stop and by the end of the day I go and pick up. I swear I feel at times that I would be better off dead. I am so fucking depressed and so fed up with the way my life is going. I know that I need to make meetings and I keep saying tomorrow, tomorrow never comes. I have to turn this around before I go insane and just give up. I don’t want to give up. I want to live. I need help.
Today is friday. Another trigger day for me. I know what needs to ne done but I’m caught up in the grips of my addiction. This Shit is killing me. Ughh. Why me. I’m feeling the self pity, the loneliness, not worthy of a good life…
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