Daily Recovery Blog
Saturday July 27, 2024
"You got to wake before you speak up" - Daryll J.
WE CAME. WE CAME TO. WE CAME TO BELIEVE…I am the type of person that needs to believe in something. Even
as little boy, my imagination was very vivid. I wanted to be
somebody important. I needed more attention than other kids. I
believed in the tooth fairy. I believed in Santa Claus. I sang
songs in church that made me feel good. When I got older, other
kids picked on me and called me names. The hope I’d originally
had diminished. I lost my zest for life. I started hating myself.
I wet the bed. I cried myself to sleep. I had low self esteem. I
wanted to feel better. I spent most of my time covering up the
things that hurt me the most. By the time drugs became available
to me, I was more than ready. Drugs did for me what life had
stopped doing. I felt good for the first time in years. I was
immediately enthralled with the whole lifestyle. I felt
important. Drugs worked for quite awhile before I started having
serious problems. By the time I got into recovery, I had sold my
soul to the dope man. I am blessed to have been invited to a
meeting where I was told I was actually needed. Those words were
necessary in order to reach me. I was completely lost. When I was
asked to make the coffee, I started to believe again. Yes, it was
a slow process, but I listened at the meetings. I learned to
follow some simple suggestions. Building back what was lost a
long time ago seemed almost impossible. I was taught that a
strong foundation could weather any of life's storms. The
fellowship loved me until I could learn to love myself. I became
a believer again. The hope I had lost a long time ago returned in
the form of love.
"Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it
by growing stronger." - Philloppos
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