- Faith
I am in recovery…I no longer carry my purse from room to room so I know my wallet, credit cards and car keys are safe.
I am in recovery…I don’t walk through the house when I get home after work to see if the TV or computer has been stolen.
I am in recovery…I am not paying for drugs or drug debts or gas to get drugs.
I am in recovery…I no longer feel like my husband and I are often on opposing sides.
I am in recovery…I can answer the door without worrying whether it is a dealer showing up to collect money owed.
I am in recovery…I no longer call into work sick because I’m spending hours trying to arrange for rehab or counseling.
I am in recovery…I no longer find syringes hidden everywhere in my house and worry about being poked when I get a towel off the shelf.
I am in recovery…I don’t cringe when the phone rings wondering what the next crisis will be. Will it be someone telling me my son has died of an overdose? Will I wonder if that is the only way he will find peace and then feel guilty because that thought seemed like I wanted my son to die?
I am in recovery…because my son is in recovery.