5 years ago I entered rehab for the second time and finally stopped using after over a decade of addiction and right before that point I was at rock bottom I was about to commit suicide and ended up in the psych ward instead I’d go back and tell myself calmly that there is a future where I am loved and have healthy relationships with the people around me. Where I can get out of Vegas and roam different countries where I’m happy without uppers or downers where I can breathe. And to keep going because she got me here and without her trying so hard to overcome those past difficulties I’d still be in a padded white room. I’m proud of her, that’s where I’d start. God knows I needed to hear it