Witnessing the consequences of addiction on the lives of those still addicted helps me focus on what’s important in my life.
It’s crazy how addiction works. Every relapse started with that first beer.
I wanted to marry her more than I wanted to smoke. Love–isn’t it great?
In 1988 I finally hit bottom, living on Skid Row in a cardboard box, addicted to smoking crack cocaine, and drinking alcohol.
For almost seven years–and in many cities–I lived on the street drinking and drugging. I felt lost in my own skin and thought no one could help me.
One day, something suddenly clicked in my brain: I didn’t want to live like that anymore.
No matter how long I’ve been clean, I know that I’m only a day away from using again.
In life, anything is possible. With God at the helm, everything is possible.
My recovery has been about making some changes in my thinking, which has led to changes in my feelings and behavior.
I decided I would smoke those, and that would be it. I wasn’t going to buy another pack. And I never have.