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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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I had a moment where
I forgot.
Just for a brief moment.
I forgot about how I used to have to make life or death decisions over buying a pack of cigarettes or something to eat, because I couldn’t afford both. Or buying my dad a Father’s Day present, or spending that money on my next high. I walked into a store and I didn’t have to think twice about what I was buying or how much I was spending on the things that I need, and I almost forgot about my old life and how hard the things that are supposed to be so simple really used to be for me. I almost forgot how I used to genuinely believe that that was just my life and that I needed to accept it because it would never change, too much damage had been done. The most simple of tasks I always thought would just never be simple for me. But I stood in a store the other day and I bought my dad Father’s Day gifts and I didn’t have to think twice about it and then I remembered, and I thanked God.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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The drugs will take everything. Your money, your home, you family, your moral compass, your friends, your jobs, and anything you hold dear until the only thing you’ll even have left is God himself. And when you’re finally too tired to do anything other than pray, he will finally unlock doors you never even knew could open.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Almost 21 million Americans have at least one addiction, and yet the subject of addiction is considered taboo in a way that we can’t just discuss it openly and honestly. And that’s probably why only about 10% of those people receive any kind of help. Almost 21 million Americans living with the same exact kind of struggle, and yet everyone is afraid to talk about it. We’ve all been given the impression that we need to be ashamed of it, as if it isn’t actually a very common issue. You’re not alone anymore. You never truly were.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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“Didn’t know what I was runnin after, didn’t know the older I would grow the more I’d lose control and take on all the baggage. It’s really sad when everything you thought was stable crashes. Everything you thought would take the sadness really only made it deeper, got me off the deep end askin: Will we ever feel like we imagined? Will we ever feel like we adapted? Will we ever feel like we did back then?”
I Miss the Days
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Getting sober makes normal people think you’re finally okay and things are finally going to be easier for you. Every day is an internal struggle. Every day is an epic battle. And so far, every day I’ve won.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Rock bottom is the foundation on which you can rebuild your life
And I use drugs to make me feel anything else but emptiness, but when the drugs stopped taking my pain away - I knew I was fucked.
A. Lemmer
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Number 127 on my list of things I couldn’t do before I got sober: Be at work on time every day. Or really, be anywhere on time at all.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Being thankful for the little things is so important. I just sat at a gas pump and was able to swipe my card and just let it fill up, but a year ago I had no idea what that was even like. I didn’t have to worry about stopping it at a certain number because I didn’t have to worry about being able to have gas AND a fix. For that, I’m so grateful.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Addiction is an issue that can effect any type of people. We all live in the presence of it every day and we know that it doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t matter which walk of life we’ve been made to take, a lot of us are burdened just the same.
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silverliningsaddict · 3 years
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Living in this country at a time when people are becoming more and more divided, I can’t help but wonder how many of us have been fighting the same demons. The kind of demons that don’t care who you vote for, what you identify as or what your sexual preference is. They don’t care about your ethnic background, your religious beliefs, nor do they care whether you’re driving a Bentley or if you’re pushing a shopping cart. They don’t stop to consider your social status, what organizations you advocate for and they certainly don’t read any of your picket signs. Addiction is an issue that we live in the presence of every day, and it doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t matter which walk of life we’ve been made to take, we’re all burdened the same.
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