What sobriety has given to me today:
The voice of truths tells me a different story, that no matter what I think, feel, see, or want to believe, that out of all those voices crying out to me inside, the voice of truth is only thing to be believed. Truth is relative to intent. The voice of truth is my story, that I am living my life in recovery so that I can wake up each day, take an honest look at myself and believe the truth, rather than the addiction that tells me that I’m not worthy.
My truth tells me that what I am doing gives me worth in a way that nothing and nobody can take away. My past doesn’t define me, my mistakes don’t tell the story, the fear, pain, loathing, sadness, shame, guilt, they don’t tell my story. They are my responsibility to carry if I choose to. Mine to face and conquer if I choose to.
My story is that every time I make a choice to face my addiction and wreckage because of it, I become that much stronger and that much better. My disease makes me sick, but the remedy to that is truth and recovery, honesty and willingness. Sobriety is giving to me all that my addiction took away and I will fight to my last breath to keep it.