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.
I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.