Who are you in recovery?

You set your own value. Where ever you go there you are. You are a culmination of all your past good,bad and otherwise decisions. Every thing you have went through has brought you to where you are today. You set your value according to your level of understanding of where you are today. Hear Trent Thomas speak on who are you in recovery on Iheart and Buzzsprout. https://www.buzzsprout.com/2261131/episodes.

Fentanyl forces fatal recovery decisions

The fact that recovery is a process of decisions could not be more true than the times we currently find ourselves. With the advent of the prolific spread of record amounts of illegal fentanyl hitting the streets of America. The need for recovery is now Paramount as the decision to live and not die is visited in each dose of this deadly narcotic. With the extremely long half life of this potent opioid the question of if you will overdose has now been supplanted with when you overdose with this toxic killer. Fentanyl stays in the body, for such a long time each new dose introduced is combined with the previous dose thus causing an buildup of toxic levels of this dangerous drug. A drug which is already 10x more potent than heroin. Add to this each batch of fentanyl is made without knowing what concentration the chemical formula originated from. What use to be a cutting agent for heroin has now become the sole Ingredient in a wide distribution of a variety of drug products including pills, powder and added to all familar street drugs such as cocaine,Crack and Marijuana. Fentanyl pills disguised as oxycotin, percacet or Molly’s is now common place. Add to that bright candy colors and you have a drug marketed to kids and adults alike. The need for Recovery decisions has now risen to the level of epidemic levels. Recovery is life. The decision to live and not die is now predicated upon society as a whole. With the recent in the news story of toddlers being introduced to fentanyl while at day care and one child dead due to overdose. We now must raise recovery to the house on fire level of pronouncement everywhere in America. We are at the Mongols at the city gate period of extermination with the levels of fentanyl we are now witnessing on the streets of our country. Recovery is a process of decisions and the decision to live and not die is now being forced on the innocent and unknowing in our society We must meet this challenge headon and put a bright light on this issue for all the world to see and hear. Recovery is a personal decision but the need to make this decision has now risen to a societal level due to the introduction of fentanyl into our community.. No longer can we ignore the cry for help from the sick and suffering. We must now reach out to those who can be saved recognizing that there are many who cannot.

today I am blessed

this morning I got a call from my sister who was balling and crying. She stated she was so proud of me and my recovery because she thought she was going to lose me to my addiction. She said she told her coworkers and they too was crying. I told her to stop as only a brother can say. At that moment I gave way to remembering when she found me Asleep on a park bench. At that time I really thought I had it all figured out even though I had traded all my belongings including my home for my next bundle and as long as I had that I was good. Everything revolved around my next package. Where I slept or ate or bathed was not as important as my next cop. Addiction changes ones perception of what is important. My reality was riddled down to individual packets of drugs. The money in my pocket was not mine I was just holding it for the drug man. I would complain about the cost of a soda but give hundreds to the drug man. Debate about spending money for a room to sleep in or sleep in an abandoned house to save the money for the next day’s cop of drugs. The sad reality that had become my miserable life. My every waking moment enslaved to a substance where 1 was too much and 100 was never enough. An existence where you become sick and tired of being sick and tired. The fact that you carried this 900 pound gorilla around on your back each and everyday with no end in site. A reality where death seems the only way out. A reality where but for a moment of my sanity my miserable life would have ended prematurely just like my father’s . This moment of sanity gave me one chance to make a decision. A decision to live. A moment of sanity where I was asked if I needed help. This decision to ask for help was the moment my life changed. It was the day my path towards recovery began. A long and arduous road towards life. A road where my reward was life. A road were each day was a new opportunity to do better. Better today than yesterday. Each day striving to free myself from the fate of premature death. A new day of life. Each day I chose to live I received a reward of more life. Each day I learned a better way to live. As I learned better I chose better and I did better. When I didn’t know what to do I did nothing. Since I can only do what I know had to learn from better teachers. Learn better ways to live. By learning better I did better I became better. I received rewards instead of consequences. The number 1 reward was life. I did better so I can live and not die. Recovery is a process of decisions. A decision to live .

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