A work in progress
I was 20 when I found out I had a mental illness, the ups ad downs was really killing me, so I thought. I remembered thinking that I could make myself feel better...smh. What was I thinking, before I knew it I was living in my grandma's basement 7 years had passed and getting high off crack cocaine and no longer taking my medication. It was a nightmare my life. I had a great family and friends that never gave up on me, I tired 10 rehabs and the mental hospital, I felt like I had nothing to live for. Until I got pregnant with my son, I couldn't stop using I was so selfish. My son Gabriel was born July 2, 2009, 6 pounds 4 ounces the most beautiful boy ever. He saved my life, I went into a program stayed and really worked on myself. I have been clean for 4 of the most beautiful years of my life. There is nothing I'm more sure of than this, I will never find anything but pain in drugs. I can't say that the 1st year wasn't hard but it gets so much easier. Sobriety is really worth fighting for.