As a scared, tired 27 year old I made my way into recovery through the jail house. I literally had to be locked up. I could not, would not stop using on my own. Things were hard for me. Slowly, they started to improve.
In my forties, my struggles are different. I have age lines on my face. I have track marks, stretch marks, had three csections so I have a spare tire. My weight is a struggle. These are luxury problems. Honestly,survival looks good on me. I am sophisticated beyond my years. I am not getting loaded. i am not selling drugs or my body for survival. I have love. I have stories to tell. And I have you.
Feel free to leave me comments today or any other day. I always read them. The pic below is a modern day remake of the scene from the movie where I'm grabbing my knees wondering if I will ever get clean.