Your Head, My Voice.

It's still pretty surreal to me that I have been hopelessly overcome by & battling heroin addiction for almost a year now... My whole life, I never once fathomed that to be any kind of a possibility for myself, my life, my future... The thought had never once even crossed my mind. It's funny how things, life, can play out. Even though my battle with heroin addiction will prove (& has proven) to be one of the most difficult, taxing and dangerous fights of my life, I am indescribably grateful that I am at a point in my life & ongoing recovery, where I feel comfortable enough to be able to reflect and speak openly & freely about it -- in spite of how much shame, sorrow and emptiness I feel because of it. I am lucky to still be here. I am lucky that I have only been consumed & overtaken by addiction for just a year (really, a little less than), rather than years, decades... I am lucky to have so much love and support from my family and Ken, my boyfriend, the love of my life. I am fighting -- everyday: morning, noon and night -- for them, for him, for myself, for my future, our future, our lives.

For now, I battle on. The war within my soul still wages. Though, my demons have not, yet, truly gone; They live within these pages.