Stream of Consciousness
Seasons Of Life. Content Warning.
In two days, I’ll be six years sober from meth. Six years. That number still doesn’t sit right in my mouth. It feels too big for someone like me. Too clean. Too far away from the person I was when I was deep in it. Sometimes I still catch myself waiting for someone to tell me it doesn’t count. That I didn’t do it the “right” way. That my recovery is somehow less valid because it didn’t follow a script.
By Jazzmine Boggsabout a month ago in Poets
