Living life
Living life
I originally posted this in another forum but I want you all to know it does get better...
Today, 9 days after I cold turkey quit my 20 year Vicodin habit, I went out and spent the entire day on the lake riding the jet skis with my boys. It's the first time in a long time we had real family time, not just me going through the motions. The sun kissed my skin and the water was cold. The wind blew my hair all around my face. Scent was all around me. The sunscreen, and the lake smells, smoke from the grill. As I sat on the pier I watched the boys do flat spins and spray the air water. My boys rode up and splashed me, laughing. My youngest says "you're going to have so much fun this summer mom" The sun glinted my eyes as they filled with tears and I realized, this is what it's like. This is real life. I am alive and really living. I'm present. I like what happens when you feed the good wolf instead of the bad one.
Today, 9 days after I cold turkey quit my 20 year Vicodin habit, I went out and spent the entire day on the lake riding the jet skis with my boys. It's the first time in a long time we had real family time, not just me going through the motions. The sun kissed my skin and the water was cold. The wind blew my hair all around my face. Scent was all around me. The sunscreen, and the lake smells, smoke from the grill. As I sat on the pier I watched the boys do flat spins and spray the air water. My boys rode up and splashed me, laughing. My youngest says "you're going to have so much fun this summer mom" The sun glinted my eyes as they filled with tears and I realized, this is what it's like. This is real life. I am alive and really living. I'm present. I like what happens when you feed the good wolf instead of the bad one.
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