10 weeks sober
A day turned into a week, a week into a month, and here I am now. 10 weeks sober. I can’t believe I’ve made it this far. I’m going to keep on going because I have the opportunity. I get woken up everyday and I have an opportunity to do better.
To many this may not mean a lot, but I know what this means to me. I know where I was months ago. There are still layers that I’m peeling and it may get difficult sometimes, but it will be okay. Sometimes it has to get worse to get better.
Life contains a spiritual warfare. I realized that weed wasn’t serving me correctly and I cut it out of my life.