I thought about it over and over...what my kids or my family and friends would do when I finally died of an overdose. After 3 close calls...it was coming. I was forcing them to watch me die. And what about the people who were meant to be in my life...the ones I hadnt met yet. Would my death ruin their lives too? Then I realized...that they indeed would go on. It would be painful for them...but eventually they would move on. That realization was too painful to deal with. What kind of legacy was that to leave behind? What kind of memories would that leave behind? What kind of person knows all of these things and still makes a choice to use first thing in the morning? A person whose best friend is a pill. A sick person who doesnt have a choice....thats who. And some dont make it. Actually most dont make it. The temptation is powerful. How can darkness cloud the mind to what we KNOW is wrong? I choose to share both the good and bad parts of my story so that it might help even one person realize that even in the most hopeless situation...there is hope and you are not alone. And it gets better. Better each day. Just admit that you are powerless over that little pill...and God will give you all the power you need
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 12:28:11 +0000
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