2 years ago I was arrested for the first time in my life for doing things to feed my demon of an addiction. I did two months worth of time and then signed an ROR to go to a rehab, (one of several.) After so many failed attempts, sneaking drugs into facilities, or finding ways to score from the inside - I realized rehab was just not for me. I begged my mom to help get me away from the people places and things that I felt chained to. I knew I needed a change of scenery and I also knew that going back to my roots 900 miles away would be just that. I stayed with family members who were reluctant at first about taking me under their roof. I thank my higher power everyday for them choosing to open their door to me, as it did indeed save my life.
Fast forward to present day: I’ve got 16 months clean. I get to keep my daughters overnight every weekend. I have a daily yoga routine. I have a relationship with a higher power of my understanding for the first time ever in life. I’ve never been closer to my family nor have I ever felt this in tune with myself. I have also hired an attorney to help me clean up the mess made by another version of myself I do not recognize these days. I’ve been given the impression by my attorney that my warrants are currently being handled. I’ve been advised to not turn myself in until my lawyer does what he needs to do, which includes finding space on the docket to get in front of the judge and present my case, (without me at first.)
Then, this morning, the county sheriff’s office decided to post my mug shot on their Facebook page for this week’s ‘Wanted Wednesday.’
I can’t wrap my head around the fact that this is even a thing. I can’t comprehend how the sherrifs department is allowed to make posts like this on social media.
I knew I would have to face the consequences of my mistakes and actions from the past at some point. I thought I was prepared to do so but there’s nothing that could’ve ever prepared me for something like this. The longer I’ve pushed this off, the harder it has become to imagine myself back in that kind of environment.
I have come so far and I have tried so hard to do all the right things yet I can’t help but feel like it’s not enough. I’m freaking out over this skeleton forcing its way out of the closet that I’ve got no control over. I have a zoom meeting with my attorney tomorrow to discuss what the next steps will be, and hopefully he can give me an idea of what to expect from here.
I’m apprehensive about sharing this here but I need all the prayers/positive energy I can possibly get right now.






% with Kim.