I've completely lost my desire to use. In fact, I think of it as another lifetime ago, one in which I wasn't fully participating. I'm left with disgusting scars on my face and arms which serve as a constant reminder of what a pit of shyt I had thrown myself into.
I'm still left with anxiety in new situations, but other than that, I function well and I'm able to handle life's ups and downs without the need to get high. Recovery has taught me acceptance, and that's the most important life lesson I've ever learned.
There Is Hope! I was the ultimate mess.....a walking catastrophe.....and now I've never felt better. (Well, I could still stand to lose a few...
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Don't give up...one day at a time and all that...it's worth it!
Love,
Lisa
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I always felt like you guys shoulda thrown up your hands and said, "WHAT-EV-AH! Leave us ALONE, already!" lol


