I don't know how I "escaped" for sure...

I quit, because I got caught with a meth lab in my garage and I was so afraid of going to prison, that I would have done anything to stay out.

I believed that if I went into inpaitient treatment, that the police wouldn't be able to arrest me and that I would be safe for awhile.

I also figured that if I quit using and got my act toghether, that it would help me out when it came time for sentancing.

And then a strange thing happened. I got sober. I learned to trust people and to let then help me.

The days turned into months, and then years...And today, here we are, almost five years later, and I don't miss it one little bit.

To me now, being "high" would feel weird.

These last two or three years have been the best years of my life...

I told my brother a couple of days ago that I loved him. I have never been able to do that, and I did it! We were talking on the phone and before we hung up, I said, "I love you"

That's what recovery is doing for me.