Summer has flown by again, all the usual promises to myself broken as usual, but life goes on, still making the rent, keeping my head down and functioning as a fully fledged productive member of society. I'm not really sure how I've managed it, there's been a lot of ups & downs fuelled continuously with drugs and drink but somehow I've landed on my feet with another chance to bounce back and give life without heroin another go. If I don't want to be still picking up my methadone script when I'm fifty now is the time to start doing something about it because 50 is 3yrs away on new years eve. Twenty years of addiction isn't something you can just walk away from especially when I feel like the most meaningful thing I do each day is the escape I find coming through the eye of a needle.
Today is heroin free and tomorrow is another day. X