My heart hurts for you Phillip. I lost my best friend to heroin, so I get it. I am just feeling so lucky to have made it out of that world alive. I'm glad you're alive... and here. Thank you for sharing.
I could not possibly agree more. What starts out as fun or escape takes over your life and carves out your guts until you're something you never dreamed you could be. Glad you're still here 🖤
I white knuckled it , because I did in the moment I didn’t think that it had a cool name. I honestly didn’t even think people would believe I once was addict bc I didn’t ever visit a rehab I didn’t ever do AA or any 12 step program. Honestly my family didn’t even know. They had no clue I came home every night bug eyes open on coke and then would swallow a Xanax and hope speedballing wouldn’t take my life. I was exactly what people thought I was , a good kid. Never in any trouble never been arrested. No one ever talked bad about me no one ever noticed me.
See I was never seen no one knew addiction was taking over my life. So when I decided to move 1000 miles away no one thought it was to get sober everyone thought it was to heal a broken heart 💔
I look forward to speaking with you in July I truly do 🫶🏼
Someday I will drop story about how myself and my obliviously disrespectful friends sat at 4 days worth of Grateful Dead shows smoking giant spleefs directly by the Wharf Rats table in Autzen Stadium. True and shameful story.
You are brave. Thank you for sharing. I swear, you could change the details (replace drug addict with anorexic) and we could be telling the same story. Looking forward to learning more about your story.
I’m proud of you for sharing this. I know it’s not easy to be this honest and vulnerable especially about something so heavy. As someone out here trying to do the same, I just want to say… I see you. And I’m proud of us.
My goal in life is to be brutally compassionate, and refreshingly honest. I appreciate everything you have to say because it reaffirms and validates that attitude for me.
There's something so deeply magical to come here with a story in my heart involving substance abuse and an adoptive son. It is nothing like my story. It is so utterly different. Yet your pain and the depth of your love and storytelling speak back to me. Through these stories, we feel understood and it can be very healing. Thank you so much for writing about this 💞
The full story is in my memoir, Almost - A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Women Who Changed Me, but of course in the end it is my subjective experiences. There is a universal truth though that you touched on. Addiction robs us, every one of us, of the most precious things. And much of the time we have to be stripped of everything we care about before we finally make positive change. Sharing is part of healing.
Inspiring and valuable. I lost my brother to addiction. Other people I’ve been close to have also struggled. I don’t partake now but know I got lucky.
My heart hurts for you Phillip. I lost my best friend to heroin, so I get it. I am just feeling so lucky to have made it out of that world alive. I'm glad you're alive... and here. Thank you for sharing.
Same to you and sorry for your loss.
I could not possibly agree more. What starts out as fun or escape takes over your life and carves out your guts until you're something you never dreamed you could be. Glad you're still here 🖤
It all felt great… until it didn’t. Thank you. Glad to still be here.
Poignant beautifully written. The part about Caleb broke my heart.
Thank you Sheryl. It still breaks my heart to this day and always will.
This is what courage sounds like <3
Thank you, Sarah. It was all worth it if I can help one human being not feel the way I felt when I hit rock bottom and lost everything.
🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
I white knuckled it , because I did in the moment I didn’t think that it had a cool name. I honestly didn’t even think people would believe I once was addict bc I didn’t ever visit a rehab I didn’t ever do AA or any 12 step program. Honestly my family didn’t even know. They had no clue I came home every night bug eyes open on coke and then would swallow a Xanax and hope speedballing wouldn’t take my life. I was exactly what people thought I was , a good kid. Never in any trouble never been arrested. No one ever talked bad about me no one ever noticed me.
See I was never seen no one knew addiction was taking over my life. So when I decided to move 1000 miles away no one thought it was to get sober everyone thought it was to heal a broken heart 💔
I look forward to speaking with you in July I truly do 🫶🏼
We have walked a very similar road. Very similar. I look forward to it as well.
I’m glad our roads have finally crossed paths 🫶🏼
Hi Mike, from one addict to another - your story hits home.
🖤 restacking this line it's so good...
"Drug abuse isn’t a joke.
It’s not edgy. It’s not rebellious. It’s a con. A seductive lie that always begins with “this is fun” and ends somewhere dark and hollow."
A brutal truth everyone needs to know. Thanks for sharing.
sober tribe here. x
Someday I will drop story about how myself and my obliviously disrespectful friends sat at 4 days worth of Grateful Dead shows smoking giant spleefs directly by the Wharf Rats table in Autzen Stadium. True and shameful story.
id like to read that story.
Big Grateful Dead fan.
The shows were great. We were not.
i can only imagine
You are brave. Thank you for sharing. I swear, you could change the details (replace drug addict with anorexic) and we could be telling the same story. Looking forward to learning more about your story.
I am happy to share, especially if it helps someone else learn what I learned at such great cost. Thank you.
I’m proud of you for sharing this. I know it’s not easy to be this honest and vulnerable especially about something so heavy. As someone out here trying to do the same, I just want to say… I see you. And I’m proud of us.
My goal in life is to be brutally compassionate, and refreshingly honest. I appreciate everything you have to say because it reaffirms and validates that attitude for me.
Same…and you’ve been incredibly supportive to me. I hope you know how much I appreciate it. You honestly feel like an old friend.
There's something so deeply magical to come here with a story in my heart involving substance abuse and an adoptive son. It is nothing like my story. It is so utterly different. Yet your pain and the depth of your love and storytelling speak back to me. Through these stories, we feel understood and it can be very healing. Thank you so much for writing about this 💞
The full story is in my memoir, Almost - A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Women Who Changed Me, but of course in the end it is my subjective experiences. There is a universal truth though that you touched on. Addiction robs us, every one of us, of the most precious things. And much of the time we have to be stripped of everything we care about before we finally make positive change. Sharing is part of healing.