Who Believes In Me

Find one person who believes you. Find one person who believes in your recovery. I absolutely believe that anyone who is reading my blog can get clean and stay clean. Why do I believe this? Hello?! Here I am!
Have you met me? I did everything humanly possible to get drugs, abused and denigrated myself, lived in an alleyway surrounded by all my personal possessions, stayed up for weeks at a time, tried to kill myself by drowning  in the godamned ocean and I AM CLEAN. Believe it. It takes more work that reading but it can happen. RECOVERY is happening. I need to get t-shirts printed that say that.

No needles in my neck today



Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 14, 2013 at 2:36 PM

    I come here once, maybe twice a day, everyday. You're a true inspiration. Looking forward to your next post and every one that follows. Love, all the way from Wales - UK.

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  2. AnonymousMay 15, 2013 at 6:58 PM

    Love the kitty shots!

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  3. UnknownDecember 12, 2013 at 11:58 PM

    Thank you for writing this, just what I needed for today (there's another inspirational Quote as well 'Never share your dreams with people who don't believe in them') and that's exactly how I feel, surrounding yourself with people who truly, truly believe in you and surrounding yourself with people that lift you up, is so much more crucial 'in making it or surviving' than people think.

    By the way: only now seeing you recommended my blog in your list! However the link isn't working anymore, I imported all content to Blogspot.com as well considering the Blog.com server is down all the time.

    Anyway, as i'm on this site as well now I'll be following/reading your blogs more often!

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  4. C'estlavie-goodriddanceDecember 13, 2013 at 12:08 AM

    Thank you for writing this, just what I needed for today (there's another inspirational Quote as well 'Never share your dreams with people who don't believe in them') and that's exactly how I feel, surrounding yourself with people who truly, truly believe in you and surrounding yourself with people that lift you up, is so much more crucial 'in making it or surviving' than people think.

    By the way: only now seeing you recommended my blog in your list! However the link isn't working anymore, I imported all content to Blogspot.com as well considering the Blog.com server is down all the time.

    Anyway, as i'm on this site as well now I'll be following/reading your blogs more often!

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  5. traceyh415December 13, 2013 at 5:33 AM

    send me the new link :)

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  6. cestlavie-goodriddanceDecember 13, 2013 at 8:23 AM

    Here's the new link: http://cestlavie-goodriddance.blogspot.nl/

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