What it was like?

When I was getting high it was like living in a dream. A dream that I thought was perfect until about a year into being an addict and losing my grandfather who was like my dad to realize that I wasn't living a dream. I was living in a hell that only I know. I couldn't find a way or a reason to get sober. I just lost my world (my grandfather). I didn't care about anyone this included myself. Then a few months later I had a big choice to make, be an auntie or be a druggie. If I chose to be a druggie I would never see my niece. So I made the decision to be and auntie. Although at the time I had no idea what being and auntie was I wanted it so bad. I got sober with the help of my best friend. The first 3 months were the worst. I thought the withdrawals would never end. I got passed that and now living the best life I know how.

What happened?

I didn't go to rehab or meetings. I got sober by change what I did. For example instead of going to find my next high I would call my best friend we would go have coffee. We taught me how to live life without getting high.

What it is like now?

Almost 6 years sober now, I'm living the most fulfilling life I have ever lived. I don't need drugs to live in a dream I just need my family and friends. That's living the dream. Are there hard days? of course. Is it worth going back to my old life? not a chance in hell. I know that if I go back to my old life it will kill me. I am now very active in all my nieces life's which I have 2 and my nephews which I also have 2. They are what keeps me going on my bad days. I have also realized that my bad days are nothing when compared to my bad days when I was getting high. My life is all about my recovery. I have to put my recovery first so I can stay alive.