Okay, I don't cry.
I cried maybe 2 times when I was in rehab as I was getting therapy all day every day.
But, today as I was driving home from my parents, I just began to bawl.
I will write about the week that lead me to rehab later, but I will share one thing.
As I was in a very drugged daze, I saw two choices. First, I decided I didn't want to live life as an addict. I was going to drive up the canyon and jump off a cliff and end it all. Then, I chose life. I chose to go to rehab to save my life.
Today as I was thinking about how far I have come and still how much further I have to go- I am so grateful. I am so grateful I chose life. I am so grateful God is giving me a chance to gain so much of his strength. I am so grateful for my supportive family. I am so grateful for the therapist that took me to rehab. I am grateful for everyone at rehab. I am grateful to still have a job after taking off so much time. I am so grateful for the out poor of love and support from people on this blog. Thank you so much for giving me love and strength I need to make it one day at a time.