I remember what it was like before I came into recovery. I remember where I came from. The hopelessness, worthlessness the despair. I remember those lonely days and even lonelier nights. The isolation and feelings of being locked in a cycle of insanity. My self made prison of paranoia.
If it had not been for the grace of God. Had I not been spared the degradation and desperation . had it not been for that devine intervention I would have killed myself. I just couldn’t bare to live the way I was living any longer.
I was saved from myself, from my own self destruction. I was given a second chance. I was offered the opportunity to change, the opportunity to start over and to try a new way of doing things. I heard the life saving message of hope and the promise of freedom. Freedom from active addiction.
Yes I remember my bottom. I remember it like it was yesterday. I keep it up front so I don’t forget it. I gain strength from it. I am no longer a prisoner of it. I am no longer ashamed of it. I share it with the world. I want others to read about it and identify with it. I want them to know that there is a way out.
I want people to know that they don’t have to continue to suffer from a disease that wants you dead any longer. That there are millions of people who are beating the odds and living better lives. One day at a time. Recovery from active addiction is possible and it is attainable.
Help is available all you have to do is ask. I didn’t think I could ever stop using. I thought I would die using. Today I know better. Today I believe in the message of hope.
Peace and Blessings