The healthier I get, the more I can convince myself that I am of such sound mind now that I can go ahead and drink. But my husband keeps me accountable.
I am an alcoholic. I didn’t have a problem with drugs. I didn’t do them. I drank and that was enough to get me to my bottom. Until I saw a bag of pot.
Subutex is a touchy subject with recovering addicts. They either think they’re better than you or you’re “not clean and sober” if you’re using a medication.
I have a complicated relationship with pills. I love that I have emotional stability. I hate that I can’t just pull myself up by the bootstraps and carry on.
I’m almost five years sober: this July 17th will mark my five years in recovery. For the first time, I’m feeling nervous about the approaching milestone, and I’m not sure why.