Twenty Four Hours in the life of Heroin Addiction.

Personal poem/story of my heroin addiction through my eyes. Waking up by tossing and turning in bed.  Drenched in sweat, upset stomach, I rush down stairs. All the dope is gone, tried to save some for the morning, But I couldn’t. Can’t eat or sit still. My bones feel like they are just going to… Continue reading Twenty Four Hours in the life of Heroin Addiction.

Living life on lifes terms, sober…

In sobreity or just in life itself, we are just figuring out who we are and what we like while life continues to continue. The good and the bad, all at once. For me, it has been extremely overwhelming but also rewarding at the same time. Using my new coping skills I’ve been learning in… Continue reading Living life on lifes terms, sober…