I sold my car to buy drugs. My health was deteriorating, I was losing hard earned assets, I was lying to my family. I lost faithful friends. Drugs took everything from me. And only gave me pain in return. There came a point in my addiction that I didn't know if it was day or night – I was always on something. I didn't know what being clean even felt like anymore.
My hands were always trembling and my head was always so so loud. I had uncontrollable thoughts and all of them dark and negative. I kept delving in this darkness until one day I couldn't take it any more. I asked my only friend to take me to a safe place, where I couldn't reach drugs. And she took me to rehab.
In rehab, I reinvented myself. There were lots of bumps and bruises that followed after. Anger, anxiety, fear and doubt often surfaced and made me weak. But giving up wasn't an option.
It's true that my past is filled with self-inflicted pain. But with my newfound self-awareness and strength, I am now on the path to recovery. I'm determined to stay clean and strong for the rest of my life.
