I wrote about this in my diary exactly one year ago..when I was still heavily using. The following situation I encountered changed my life forever

As I departed from that run down crack motel room where an innocent babygirl lay asleep on a couch with her addicted mother.. A jacket .. The only baby blanket she’d ever known covering them Both …that picture eternally etched in my soul .. this cant have been for nothing .. All the time ive abandoned in fantasy land .. Cant be wasted on a life without purpose .. But I wasn’t just thinking for me.. I felt this strength and confidence .. A flood of reality in the depths of anything but.. .. Truth is I want to make my mark on the world .. For the struggle ..The permanent wounds.. The daily battle .. cannot have just been for fun..