((Woozy)) - though alcohol wasn't my "thing", crack was, I did go through a lot of the same emotions. In crackland, a "dime" is a piece of crack. I worked in a restaurant, waiting tables and also cashier and whenever someone would mention a "dime" Well, you can guess what my mind went to
My ex bf, who was also a crack addict, used to sing me old songs. Well, the restaurant I worked in had a radio station with a lot of the same songs. Yes, it took me back, there were times I had to fight back tears.
Guess what? As time went by? Those feelings just went away. The more time I put between me and my using days, well...they just stopped affecting me.
I do feel that alcohol is harder, as it's everywhere...it's legal. On the other hand, I went into stores that sold crack pipes, saw dealers outside (I can still spot them a mile away) and it doesn't bother me. If anything, I'm grateful I'm no longer a slave to any substance that makes me do really stupid stuff
Hugs and prayers,
Amy