Crowds don’t faze me anymore. Not the way that they used to. I come and go from Midtown and Brooklyn five days a week during rush hour and I’m used to them. I weave and walk purposefully and get where I need to go as fast as I can. Music plays through my earbuds, something crooning and dreamy…
Also an addict. Two years down but not counting. I think it’s up to people like us to keep writing about it, telling our stories, not just the active part or the rehab part but all of it so people start to understand. Good on you, on us, all of us.
Uh-huh. This is for my fellow “members of our club.” I’m well into my 38th year of continuous recovery. And I want to let you know it does get easier, with practice. At this point in my life, I no longer need to spend 5 hours a day in active, focused activity to maintain my abstinence.
It doesn’t sound very helpful, the place they put you in. It sounds really hard and lonely. I want to prescribe you regular walks in the park, visits to art galleries, live music, meditation and fresh vegetables, the best chemicals you can give to your cells.
Keep fighting for yourself, your happiness is out there.