Weasel1966

It's not my free spirit... It's not my sense of self... It's not my love for life that has fallen to addiction... It's not my soul either.

Addiction is a deadly game of trickery. Its a vail placed over my minds eye. It convinces me that I have lost it all when in fact I have the ability to reclaim it.

It convinces me that I teeter perilously on an edge of a cliff when in fact I stand firmly on solid ground.

It tells me every day... Sometimes every moment of the day.... That I am denying myself the freedoms of life. When... yet again.... I am free in this moment.

I cannot see my strengths, but I gain confidence in their existence as they enable me to act. And the results of my actions I can see.

I have that as my signature because it a way for me to know I don't need to see something to feel its effects.

Addiction is a ghost. An apparition. I cannot see it tangibly. I cannot touch it yet I know it's there always.

I believe that I have strengths that can overcome the challenges of addiction. I don't need to see either. I just need to look at my actions. Keep making good small choices. From that I see change. Change I can live with.