My Story, part 1
My name is Lu, and I'm a recovering addict. For years, I believed I could control my addiction. I made promises I couldn't keep, convinced myself that tomorrow would be different, and spent countless days trapped in a cycle of obsession, compulsion, guilt, and shame. Addiction didn't just affect the drugs I used. It affected…
Roses Aren't Always Red
Roses aren't always red Violets are purple, not blue Addiction promised freedom Recovery made it come true Roses aren't always red Violets are purple not blue Yesterday, I wanted to quit Today, I made it through Roses aren't always red Violets are purple, not blue One addict helping another Is how miracles come true Roses…
One Addict Helping Another
I used to chase the fading light, Running hard into the night, Searching for a way to fill A hunger deeper than my will. I built my world on broken dreams, Held together by fragile seams, Pretending I was in control, While addiction claimed my soul. Then came a voice, quiet and true, From someone…
My Mission
One Addict Helping Another Recovery often begins with a single conversation. For many addicts, reaching out for help can feel overwhelming. Fear, shame, uncertainty, and hopelessness can create barriers that seem impossible to overcome. Yet time and time again, recovery has shown us a simple truth: "one addict helping another is without parallel" (-Narcotics Anonymous,…
Clean Slate
I thought I found the hack, the speed, the way, Staying up wired, ditching sleep for days. My brain was fire, my words were fast and sharp, Playing a tune on a broken, jangling harp. I tracked the deals, the people, and the time, Felt like a genius committing a perfect crime. The world got…
Alphabet of Addiction
The Using Years: A through M ● A is for the Anxiety that lived in my chest. ● B is for the Baseboards I scrubbed until my fingers bled. ● C is for the Curtains I lived behind, peeking out at a world I was terrified of. ● D is for the Dishonesty—I’d tell a…