watching one of my old circles get high while I'm sober on the outside; their behaviors; I have to admit has been more healing for me than any recovery I've been through. Why? A sense of shame. My circle hid in rooms and seriously redifined my insult of what a dusty b**** is. The smell to me is reminiscent of blowing out a game console with a dusting can. The only motivations I saw was for the next bag or for selfish pointless whims and bare bone responsibilities.
Just because I could live that life does not mean I want to when I'm sober and able to see the decisions for myself.
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Good for you!
I'm proud of you.
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I like to call that having a Scrooge moment. Not many people get to glimpse at that life after living it, and while doing so you saw your past, present and future.
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