It got so deep I didn't know what a normal life was, I actually pitied those who didn't use drugs because I thought THEIR life was boring and miserable. I couldn't imagine going anywhere without being high. It got so bad, whenever I went anywhere I made sure I had a loaded pipe with me, even if it was just to the grocery store, I had to be high. I had sunk to an all time low. I knew deep down it was wrong but I didn't know what to do. I was so miserable with myself and my life that I didn't want to live it sober. When I met my husband, Aron, I had ran out the door in such a rush to meet up with him that I didn't get the chance to get high first. The best part was, and I didn't honestly realize this until just now, that not for a minute I was with him, did I think about drugs. As soon as I got home though it was different. Of those few times I drove the 80 mile one way trip to go see him I wasn't anymore concerned about getting high. Sure there was a few times I had a pipe with me but I wasn't anxious to use it. After a couple weeks, it dawned on me that this was my way out. I feel like I pushed my way into his life. I was practically begging him to take me in. I needed help! It worked and I am still here with him, no longer drowning.
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