I am the first to admit I gave up… I’d fucked up over and over!
To admit your an addict and accept that you wanted to die so you couldn’t hurt anyone ever again… Was my last thought!
Did I tell my plans, nope, did I want my life to be over yes!
I know i have changed, I know I no longer hide my diversity.
I am an addict
I have not
Drank alcohol for 365 days
Took one street drug for 365 days
Popped any opiods for 365 days
I have not self harmed for 365 days…
Mental health/Doctors
Nerologist
Rehab
Therapy
NA
Talking sober
Zoom meetings
Interaction with other recovering addicts
Therapy CBT/DBT, regression, Sex therapy
Daily posts keeping myself accountable
Accepting I am powerless
Daily diary
Art thearpy
Music
Luna
What’s app friends supporting me.
Admitting when I was struggling
Learning new coping strategies
Support!!!
I am here because of all of this…
I am thankful
I am a recovering addict!
Day 1 - how do you even sit with yourself, when you have such hatred for who you are
Day 365 Recovery begins at excatly that moment when you are completely broken to pieces and must surrender to unfamiliar and unforgetable ways in order to be rebuilt into who you were meant to be
Recovery is possible