I sit on my bunk looking down on a room that resembles a
military bunker. I sit, hair a mess, from a night restless, wearing nothing but
shorts and tattoos.
I am restless. My mind rules as I try to fast forward
through the next 56 days. I am almost home.
I am ecstatic; joyful…scared to death of being released with
nothing.
Yet I am relieved that the worst part of my life to date is
just days away from coming to an end.
I have come a long way during my incarceration. My
first year was nothing but utter depression, shame, guilt and regret. Finally, I
became acutely aware of the need to begin working on myself.
I have flaws in my character that contribute to and are the
outcome of being someone who is addicted to drugs.
I’m impulsive, often self-centered, manipulative and I
find myself in need of instant gratification.
Just because I am not consuming drugs, if I am acting in ways
an addict acts, then it’s only a matter of time before being slung back into
the same revolving doors.
Basically, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck – hang
around long enough and betcha it starts smoking quack like a duck.
What I am getting at is recovery is not just about not
using. Recovery is a daily battle waged within your heart and mind.
To remain clean, one must recognize what character flaws they possess that
contribute to the addiction
.
Some days it may be damn near impossible to keep that flaw
in check, but acknowledging it and addressing it is over half the battle.
I am on my way home.
I am committed to addressing my character flaws and all my
short-comings - every single day. This road ahead of me is going to be
crazy, but I am committed.
I know where I may fall short, but I recognize it and will
always continue to reach beyond those weaknesses.
56 days. I can't wait.
#letgracesetthepace in all you do.
Fantastic self revelation!
ReplyDeleteWill definitely take this road home more often.