May 21, 2019
I can relate to this meme. “I don’t feel like Pooh today.”
Everyday as I fell further down the rabbit hole, I felt less and less like me. Those close to me tried desperately to help. Like Piglet they acted out of the best of intentions, but they were only enabling me.
After a while the only way I felt “normal” was if I had enough “tea and honey” until I did. That’s the insidious part of addiction.
Normal was being vacantly high – without thought, emotion, or care.
But today I’m discovering who I am. I see my smile – so foreign when all I had was anger.
I see my eyes, electric and alive, so foreign when all I saw was vacuous and empty.
And for the first time in a very long time, I am beginning to see my soul, vulnerable, strong, and beautiful.
I am grateful for both Brentwood and Homewood and everyone I have met thus far on my recovery journey.
I am truly blessed.
Thank you.
