Tomorrow marks a major milestone in my history. One that most people, including many close friends, do not know about me.
Five years ago, I had a drug problem. Not just a drug problem, a serious drug problem.
I thought no one knew. At least no one spoke up. My friends just kept on being my friends, hoping, praying, that I would come to my senses.
I didn’t come to my senses on my own, well, not completely.
One night, while I was going out to meet friends, I was making a left hand turn when my headlights failed, I turned into a parking lot, but a helpful Police officer saw my lights flicker and thought I might have needed assistance.
That may not have been the assistance I wanted, but it was the assistance I needed. Since I didn’t have valid tags the officer asked me to get out of the car and wanted to pat me down for weapons, what I had forgotten was that I had something in my pocket.
That’s all it took. I was in cuffs before I knew it, on my way downtown….
That was the last time I did drugs. That was 5 years ago today.
And this is what I look like today:
I rarely share this story with anyone, but somehow it felt fitting that it be part of the blog carnival on Healing over at Bridget Chumbley’s Place.