Rock bottom has a basement, and below that basement is the hole I dug myself out of. Everybody has an origin story. This blog is dedicated to sharing stories of resilience, hope, and transformation in the face of addiction.
You know what's fucked up about addiction? The way it makes you cling to things that are literally killing you. I was homeless, surrounded by people who'd steal my last dollar, yet the thought of rehab terrified me because I'd "lose everything." Lose what? My spot under the bridge? The "friends" who only called when they needed something?
Nobody warned me about withdrawals. Nobody said, "Hey, these pills that I'm prescribing? They're going to rewire your brain and body until you can't function without them." No one mentioned that "take as prescribed" really means "take until you're trapped."
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