“I don’t have to rely on alcohol or drugs to have a good time anymore. I can laugh. I can live. I can be at peace.” After 15 different rehabs, 2 men’s homes, and what felt like a lifetime of chaos, I finally said, “Enough!” It was time to stop running. My addiction had taken me everywhere—mentally, emotionally, physically—but mostly, it had taken me away from myself. Before I got clean, life was out of control. I drank every day, and I’d steal to keep it going. Alcohol was my master. If I had to name my drug of choice, it’d be alcohol, with crack running a close second. There were days I’d wake up in a motel room, not even sure how I got there. |
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