Today, I dug through a small storage box looking for a stuffed animal to cut open to hide my drugs inside. But when I found the worn stuffed dog I loved as a little girl, all I could manage to do was crawl into bed and cry into its tattered fur. I can't remember how things got to be this bad. MMT.

Comments

Recognizing that it's bad is a step towards recovery. I hope everything will work out for you.

Things will get better!

Hi there. I can't imagine the difficulties you're going through, but there is still time to make yourself lead the life you deserve, free from all abuse that you are afflicting on yourself. Just take a day at a time...you will get there. You can move a mountain but it starts with picking up the first stone.

Add a comment

You must be a member to comment.

Sign Up Now! It's Free!