As you prepare to read the first volume of “The Addict’s Diary,” I would like to humbly say that I am not an author, nor a writer.
I am simply someone whose life was ravished by the disease of addiction. As far back as I can remember I always felt different or less than; not to sound cliché but that’s just how I felt.
It was suggested to me by an in-treatment therapist that I begin writing in hopes of finding myself. Out of misery and desperation, I took the suggestion, and that is what happened. I found Kevin, and I fell in love with him. I never imagined that one day my words would be shared all over the country.
Hold on a second, let me start over.
I never imagined that one day I wouldn’t have to stick a needle in my arm just to function. I never imagined that one day I would have a bed to sleep in. I never imagined that I would have food to eat, or my family back in my life. I never imagined anything other than getting high because with every fiber and being of my body I was, for lack of a better word, “sick.” Someone reached their hand out to me in an attempt to get me clean. I grabbed that hand and didn’t let go.
I pray that these words grab your fear, desperation, and hopelessness with that same force. I pray that these thoughts of mine that found their way into words, sentences, and paragraphs restore your hope and faith that it’s never too late to make a change.