“dear future self”
Stay sober, for once stay sober and healthy. If you do not you will die.
Please understand that addiction has consumed my entire mental and physical being in the past, the future must hold no place for it.
I’ve been homeless, lost my wife and son, lost my family, lost my friends, overdosed when I was 15, gone to treatment and other programs on for it to become and ever so repetitious journey, lost promising jobs, lost cars, and been in debt deeper then the Mariana Trench.
Doesn’t sound fun does it?
It fucking wasn’t.
My life has been nothing more then a timeline of progressively darker days and there is no more room for this mold to grow.
If you do not you will die.
Understand this and accept it like a coward or fight to prove the keyboard warriors who spit on your name vulnerable and manipulated sheep. I believe that the future me will either be a mere memory in only a few minds or I will strive and succeed as the sheep begin to herd back together.
The pain of being the public enemy number one at the edge of a devious woman’s blade is haunting. I miss homemade toffee and delicious home meals. But not from my kitchen. Always our neighbors. My home was a lot more more memorable in a traumatizing kind of way. Not the ideal place or environment for a young boy to be raised. Let alone 2 younger boys and a older girl. Places alike bring back all the cold memories of my younger years. I don’t recall many of them anymore and don’t like to think much about it, but it still weighs heavy on me like cannon balls on a chain wrapped around my neck and anchoring me to the ground.
One day I’ll be better. One day I’ll be better. One day I’ll be better. Manifestation is a phenomenon. One day I will be okay. One day I’ll be able to breathe. One day. One day.
i.r.
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