Six months ago, all I cared about was me. That was it. All I wanted was my next high, no matter the cost. It didn’t matter what I had to do to get it, I was going to get high.
That mindset led me to self-destruction. I thought I knew everything, but the truth was I had no gratitude in me. To me, gratification meant finally being able to use again. I was so selfish that I didn’t care what I was doing to my kids, my parents, or my siblings. I kept going down that path of destruction.
Then one day, everything changed. I woke up to the realization that I was pregnant. Two weeks earlier, I had learned about it, but this time it truly hit me. A little voice inside my head said, “It’s time.” At that moment, I knew what I had to do. I had to go to rehab.
For the first time, I became selfish for a good reason, for my recovery. I started putting everything before drugs: God, myself, my kids, my parents, my siblings. And once I did that, things slowly began to fall into place.
Today, I can say with a full heart that I am grateful for everything I have gained in my recovery. I got my family back. I have a beautiful baby girl, Ryver Rhowan, who is two and a half months old, and a wonderful 13-year-old daughter, Baeleigh Anne. I am grateful for my job, for the birds, the trees, the sky, the grass, the sun on my face, and the fresh air I breathe in the mountains of West Virginia.
I am grateful for everything. And I only got here by the grace of God.
I am living proof that recovery is possible. There is no greater feeling than being able to say I have six months clean and sober today.
Thank you for letting me share my story.
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