Thanks Michael for starting this thread.
I dont miss waking up with bruises next day feeling ashamed.
I dont miss trading my body for drugs even if it was my ex-bf.
I dont miss getting home drunk and high.
I dont miss the chaous and mess in my life.
I dont miss the lonliness and isolation.
I dont miss the pity-party and feeling sorry for myself.
I dont miss the hopsital visits and OD's.
I dont miss the look of disgust in my boss's eyes.
I dont miss the nasty withdrawals and the pain of promising myself not to ever use again only to use the very next day.
I dont miss nodding on my desk at work with employees looking at me like I was a freak.
I dont miss the constant worries.
I dont miss the low self esteem and feeling of worthlessness.