I am the face of a woman who lost her husband to a merciless beast named addiction. I am the face of a mother. I am the face to the daughter of a homeless addict. I am the face society calls junkie. I am the face of recovery. The face of restoration and redemption. I am the face that screams “statically I should be dead!” I am the face of hope for the hopeless. I am the face of women and men everywhere who, crawling and clawing, pulled our way out of a hell we once so comfortably called home. I am the face that appears, when addiction doesn’t win. I am the face of addiction, 21 months clean and there are still days when grief kicks in and I hear her whisper my name oh so faint. I stand strong, call my support, keep my hands and mind busy. Addiction, she is a temptress that knows all my weaknesses and has no bounds. But, I am the face of recovery.
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