I don't know how high the road was, sleeping under bridges, and incarceration was the norm for the entire time for me.
You know, I do believe my lowest point was actually my "highest point" in the sense, waking up out of a blackout with a shotgun strewn at my side, a failed suicide attempt, I instantly thought of my children and what succeeding would have meant.. It was my wake up call and gave me the strength to put the shit down once and for all.
But no matter what, I will always try to help others
One of the things that kept influencing me to relapse was the lack of help present for me, the feeling that no one cared.. I always tell people who have reached their "breaking point" with family members in addiction: "Don't give up on your family, because they need you, and they are not in their right state of mind right now, giving up on them is not a good strategy, tough love shows a lack of love to many."
If we didn't make it make it out, we surely wouldn't have met each other Jerry. I'm grateful for you, and grateful you are clean today my friend.
