I was a gram-a-day addict, often using the moment I woke up. If I didn’t have it, I’d get on the bus to the store, get my fix, and get high at the bus stop while waiting for the bus to pick me up. Getting high was all I gave a damn about, even after losing my job, respect from others, and respect for myself. I didn’t care who I hurt, what I did, or where the money came from. My addiction consumed me, and made me blind to the fact that I had a very serious problem. Getting arrested is what brought me back to reality. I was there for 3 days. I got myself in that mess, and I got myself out. While I was there, I vowed to never go back to jail. Before I was released, I carved “choose life” into a bar of soap and left it in the cell for the next person to see. Since then, I’ve made an effort to get healthy and live a better life. I did relapse a couple of times after getting out of jail, but I’m happy to report I’ve been sober for 2 years and holding strong. I’ve had to make some sacrifices to get to this point, but having a greatly-improved quality of life means its been worth it.
As addicted as I was, I didn’t think I’d ever be rid of this demon. Detox + withdrawals were hell, but they are only temporary. I beat the habit into the dirt, and so can you. It’s possible to turn your life around, and it’s possible to undo damage. Believe in yourself, and know that you are *never* alone in this struggle.