The mind of an addict is a tricky one. It tricks you into thinking you’re doing alright. It tricks you I to thinking you’re not as bad as other addicts. I let mine trick me. I let mine tell me I didn’t need fellowship. Slipping further and further away from the ones I love and back into the open, waiting arms of substance.
I now stand on the edge of losing everything. Of losing the woman I love and our unborn child. This cannot happen. I won’t let it. I’m going back into treatment. Treatment that I never finished before. Because I ran away from it. I won’t run. I will go deeper than before and allow myself to be healed. The pain is in the resistance and I shall not resist.