Daily Recovery Blog
Saturday Feb 28, 2026
"You got to wake before you speak up" - Daryll J.
WE CAME. WE CAME TO. WE CAME TO BELIEVE…I am the type of person that needs to believe in something. Even
as little boy, my imagination was very vivid. I wanted to be
somebody important. I needed more attention than other kids. I
believed in the tooth fairy. I believed in Santa Claus. I sang
songs in church that made me feel good. When I got older, other
kids picked on me and called me names. The hope I’d originally
had diminished. I lost my zest for life. I started hating myself.
I wet the bed. I cried myself to sleep. I had low self esteem. I
wanted to feel better. I spent most of my time covering up the
things that hurt me the most. By the time drugs became available
to me, I was more than ready. Drugs did for me what life had
stopped doing. I felt good for the first time in years. I was
immediately enthralled with the whole lifestyle. I felt
important. Drugs worked for quite awhile before I started having
serious problems. By the time I got into recovery, I had sold my
soul to the dope man. I am blessed to have been invited to a
meeting where I was told I was actually needed. Those words were
necessary in order to reach me. I was completely lost. When I was
asked to make the coffee, I started to believe again. Yes, it was
a slow process, but I listened at the meetings. I learned to
follow some simple suggestions. Building back what was lost a
long time ago seemed almost impossible. I was taught that a
strong foundation could weather any of life's storms. The
fellowship loved me until I could learn to love myself. I became
a believer again. The hope I had lost a long time ago returned in
the form of love.
"Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it
by growing stronger." - Philloppos
Friday Feb 27, 2026
"I tried to contain myself, but I escaped." - Joan S.
IT IS OKAY TO BE CLEANIf you did not use drugs, I did not hang out with you. I had no
use for you. I felt better than you. I knew the answer to life. I
did not understand life without using anything. I had no concept
of complete abstinence. Why would anybody in their right mind
want to live that way? I really did not participate much in life
near the end of my using. It was a full time job just to stay
high. Life would be way too boring if I did not use drugs. I was
really separated from the real world. Everything in life revolved
around using. I was left with a big empty void when I quit using.
I was blessed to be sent from jail to a treatment center. I was
introduced to 12 step recovery there. There was not much free
time while in treatment. They had our days pretty well planned
out. I was slowly learning about leisure activities. I believe I
might not have stayed clean if I was not placed in a treatment
center. It was a blessing in disguise for me. The treatment
center introduced me to jogging. I worked myself up to a six mile
run so that I could run off property. I actually felt good
jogging. It was a clean high. I went to the beach, on picnics,
fishing, and camping. We played softball and went to movies
during my stay in treatment. I was learning how to have fun
clean. The fellowship was very small in my early recovery. There
were not many planned activities locally. Most required a road
trip. A road trip by itself was fun. We learned to love and hate
each other in short weekend. Service work was a requirement for
most of us twenty-eight years ago. There was so much to do, and
so little time. I believe attending my first convention gave me
the most powerful feeling that let me know it is okay to be
clean.
"Oh, the places you'll go. Oh, the things you'll see." - Dr.
Seuss
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