Recovery
Why is it such a
hard road? The "Wagon" so to speak, gets full and bumpy, and
someone falls off. To fight that devil within, and be tempted by the
one thing that ruins not only you life but those around you. The ones
you love and the ones that love you.
Recovery, always
within it. Never, truly able to say that I am fixed, that I have recovered. Ah,
what a joy that would be. to remove the shackles and be free of that title,
"Recovering Addict".
I have prayed all
the time, that I had never discovered that thing that took away my physical
pain away, and then for some reason, the mental the pain was gone. It made life
bearable again with the physical pain better, so to speak. It was not making
the cause of the pain better, just making it disappear for a short while. In
time mentally it seemed that it repaired that too. Reality, it was only numbing
the memories, so that I could forget. Forget, a memory in my brain and block
them and made life bearable again. So I thought.
I was 17 years old,
it all started because of an accident that happened to my neck, and I am two
inches shorter now. That year in my life seemed to be very
crucial year. The year that I was 17, that was the year of my life
which I made some choices that would unknowingly affect my whole life . I
am now 20 years older and I fight the battle everyday and I will for the rest
of my life
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