I knew that addiction had taken the best of me when I found myself stealing alcohol from my friend's house. I hit the lowest point of my life and it became harder and harder to turn my life around. The drinking consumed me and everything else was a blur. Every time I tried to control my temptations, I'd get angry and frustrated.
But even when I was at my weakest, something inside of me wanted to get better. I realized that I couldn't do it all on my own. I needed help. Relying on my "drinking friends" for help was no longer an option. They were the ones that had driven me down the pit of addiction in the first place.
It was time to make new friends, who were a good influence on me. And that's just what I did. Now I'm working towards my spiritual reconditioning — becoming honest with myself and the people I care about. I don't have to hide anymore. It's not always easy, but every day I gain more self-esteem. Big or small, I celebrate each victory, and this reinforces my commitment to sobriety.
