It took me about 6 years of trying and failing to finally get sober. It’s a period in my life that genuinely felt like a blur. I can’t remember a lot of events that others can and I could never put any events I do recall in any kind of chronological order.
Art therapy is one of the things that helped me recover from addiction. I began painting and drawing while I was in treatment for drug addiction and have been doing it ever since. There are several ways it has helped me tremendously.
As someone who grew up with the D.A.R.E. program being taught in our schools I was told to “just say no”. I had the black t-shirt with the red D.A.R.E. written across it and everything.
When I was using drugs, I thought it was completely crazy that there are people out there who live a sober life without the use of mood or mind altering substances. I was the kind of drug addict that was hopeless. I didn’t have dreams for the future, I didn’t even want to live.
When I look back at the last two years of my life and the lives of those that journey down the road of recovery, I see how much more pleasant the outcome is when I accept people, places, and things exactly as they are. For years I thought if the people in my life would conduct themselves the way I saw fit, things would go much smoother.
Reckless, relentless and rebellious. Those are the three words that best describe me when it came to my drug addiction and alcoholism. I smoked my first joint, snorted my first line of cocaine and got drunk for the first time at the age of 14.
This is my final goodbye to my addiction to drugs, alcohol, eating disorder, codependency, negative self talk, self hatred, and need to be accepted by others.
Motherhood didn’t keep me sober, but it has been the catalyst from which I persevere through hardships without any mood or mind-altering substances. I find that practical application of faith and the principles I learned getting sober, have paved the way for cultivating the life I live today.
About a year into my sobriety, I was blessed with a beautiful little girl. A whirlwind of emotions flooded my thoughts. How could I possibly raise a little girl without my Mom here to help lead the way? I couldn’t have been more misled. I found myself walking into two years of sobriety, a single mother… again.
You’ve heard it said many times—admitting you have a problem is the first step. When it comes to drug addiction and recovery, acceptance is one of the hardest hurdles to cross, and it’s required multiple times.