When the fight is worth it!
Day 912. Two and a half years clean. And today? Today I want to use. There. I said it. Youād think at 912 days, these thoughts would be gone. Youād think after building a whole movement around keeping going, after making thousands of bracelets, after getting my dream job at the country club, after watching fireworks with my son, after hosting coffee every single morning at 7 AM - youād think the cravings would just disappear. But hereās the raw truth nobody talks about enough: Recovery doesnāt mean you never think about using again. It means you know what to do when you do. I have no idea why today feels different. Nothing catastrophic happened. I didnāt lose anything. Nobody hurt me. Iām not hungry, angry, lonely, or tired. Sometimes the demon just whispers, and today itās whispering loud. But hereās whatās different between day 1 Lynn and day 912 Lynn: Day 1 Lynn wouldāve already been on Ravine Street. Day 912 Lynn is sitting here writing this post instead. Day 1 Lynn thought cravings meant she was failing. Day 912 Lynn knows cravings are just thoughts, and thoughts canāt make me do anything. Day 1 Lynn was alone with these feelings. Day 912 Lynn has this whole community, morning coffee at 7 AM tomorrow, a fiancĆ© who loves me, a son who texts me every day, and three more kids Iām fighting to get back. Day 1 Lynn thought using would make the feeling go away. Day 912 Lynn knows using would destroy everything Iāve built and bring back ten thousand times worse pain than whatever Iām feeling right now. So yeah, I want to use today. But wanting to and actually doing it? Those are two completely different things. Iām not going to use because: ā Iāve worked too damn hard for this ā My kids deserve better ā Owenās five-minute hug at Dylanās wedding meant everything ā 300 people are wearing bracelets I made this month alone ā Tomorrow morning at 7 AM, people are showing up for coffee who need to see that you can have a tough day and not pick up ā The version of me that gets high doesnāt get to watch fireworks with her son