185 days I hurt some really important people, I watched them cry, I could see the pain in their eyes and hear it in their voices, just because I was getting high, just because drugs were more important to me. 185 days ago I was taken to the hospital afraid that I might OD. 185 days ago I flew across the country to go to rehab. 184 days ago I woke up on an unfamiliar couch, unsure how I got there, and unsure why I was even there. I spent my first half at rehab refusing to change and being a miserable bitch. Then something in me finally changed, I finally wanted to change. I was no longer doing this for everyone else, I was finally doing it for myself. I had some amazing staff members who were there for me, who believed in me. I made some amazing friends, even though I never planned on it. I changed my people, places and things. I moved almost 2000miles from home to start my life over. And even though I miss my family so much I know I am in the right place. In the past 184 days I met some amazing people, they help me stay clean, they are more then friends, they are family. I could of never done this on my own. Today I celebrate 6 months clean/sober!

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