When something bad happens to me, I accept it for what it is. Life goes on...you know all those cliche sayings that all seem to have an ounce of truth in them. As shitty as things get, I always say, "Well tomorrow will be better."
Kris and I were having a discussion, and he said the night that I almost died, it was going to be one of us. He said he thinks it was me because I could handle it. He said if it was him, he'd be a mess. Out of the two of us, he thinks I am the stronger one out us.
Everyone always says about how strong I am. I don't consider myself strong. Yes I am a survivor, but I don't think that takes strength. I am just too stubborn to give up on myself. I keep trucking....how can I not? What good does sitting feeling sorry for yourself? Yes, the first year, when I was still using, I felt sorry for myself...and that bullshit year was the worst year of my life.
What if I handle things differently? Would I still be here, using?
The saying is: Things happen for a reason.
I can't take life for granted anymore, and I have to make my negative experiences, and make them positive ones....hell, if everyone would do that, or even just attempt to, the world would be a better place.
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