I’ve come to realize there’s no point in drowning in self-pity on a bad day. It’s normal to have tough days. Just because we once used meth to numb, suppress, or escape our feelings doesn’t mean that was real. Living that way wasn’t living a real life.
Tomorrow could be a great day—that’s just how life is. It’s the life I had before drugs. So, what did I do back then, when drugs weren’t part of the picture?
