First things, First… I need to chill the F out. my mind is running 1,000,000 MPH, and it has no brake pedal right now.

I keep finding myself at the corner of Reality Blvd and Opiate Ave, with the radio blaring, my mental GPS screaming at me to turn, and my gas gauge ALWAYS on E. I like to believe I’m a good driver: always looking both ways before proceeding through the intersection; never just blasting through it, and making sure to give others the Right-of-Way. But, lets be honest… I’m riding Shotgun, being the World’s Worst Backseat Driver.

I know I can’t keep on living this ugly. selfish Lifestyle. My life could cease to exist with any push of the plunger, and the craziest aspect of it all is that I would be the one pushing it… Obviously, with different intentions. In NO way, shape, or form am I suicidal. I love life, and most of what it has to offer.

It goes without saying, that one must be 100% ready and willing to quit using, in order to begin recovery. Well, here I am, ready and willing to begin. I’m also aware that its a never-ending battle. It will get easier, with time, patience, and a ton of hard work. right now, its as if I’m at the base of Mt. Everest, looking up…I’m not looking forward to the climb. I am, however, definitely looking forward to the view.

Wish me luck!