Daily Recovery Blog
Thursday Dec 18, 2025
"In my disease, I was running from the dark. Now that I am in
recovery, I find that I am walking toward the light." - Tony S.
A NEW WAY OF LIFEMy old way of life was that of a junkie. I had long hair. I
listened to the Rolling Stones. I hated authority. I would tell
you my life motto was "Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll". All of my
boyhood dreams had vanished by my teenage years. I know today not
to place any emphasis on my drug of choice or anyone else's. I
was a low bottom user, if there even is such a thing. I sold
drugs to support my habit. This was my way of life. I did have
other jobs. Most only lasted a few months. My way of life was to
stay loaded. There was not much frosting on my cake. Everybody
that I associated with used drugs. My new way of life did not
start by choice. I stopped using drugs only because I was locked
up. My short stay in jail gave me a glimpse of what living behind
bars felt like. I did not want to live caged up like an animal.
At first, I was full of war stories. I glamorized my life. Acting
like a big shot made me feel better. When I was first allowed to
attend a meeting, I went out of curiosity. I went because the
counselors at the treatment center encouraged it. I was hurting
and angry at myself. My recovery was what the treatment center
offered. I will call that therapy. The meetings offered me
spiritual growth.
Did I choose this new way of life or did it
choose me? I do not know for sure. I do know it was like a shot
of hope to me. It came to me at the time; I had the desire for
something different. Meetings made feel better, and I was
inspired by others. I felt safe at the meetings. It was a warm
feeling, knowing I was not alone. I was being shown a new way of
life.
"Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it's dark." - Zen
Proverb
Wednesday Dec 17, 2025
"Spiritual awakenings often come in the form of rude awakenings,
so you better pay attention!" - Chuck N.
AWAKEN THE SPIRITI had sold my soul for drugs. My first awakening was a rude
awakening. I was in sad shape when I stopped using drugs. My
voice had a whiny sound, because inside I was crying so much. The
physical withdrawal was painful. I couldn't eat or sleep much.
The first several days were pure hell. It was about forty days
before I felt better physically. My mental state of mind left
much to be desired. The consequences of my using had caught up
with me. Negative thoughts consumed most of my time when I was
awake. I had stayed loaded on drugs for years. I somehow
functioned in life, but my main purpose was to use drugs. If
there is a spiritual path for life, I had strayed far away from
it. When reality started sinking in, and I was no longer escaping
with the drugs anymore, I felt like I needed to be locked up. The
urges to use were strong. My body, mind and soul craved drugs. In
time, I discovered that the soul I had once sold out could be
recovered.
"Wisdom begins in wonder." - Socrates
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