I hope she really is okay with this. I’m nervous. Time will tell. I need to do this.. it’s gotta be done.

Night before last, I finally told her. I can’t say she was surprised, more hurt that I lied for as long as I did. But I couldn’t hide the scattered thoughts, the severe depression, and a very real thoughs of suicide that come with the use of stimulants. I feel ashamed. Ashamed that. I’m going through this again. I thought I knew better. I’ve been through this before. Either way it’s gonna come to an end and it’s gonna come to an end real fast. I can’t take it. I can’t handle the pressure. I need to get off this shit. So I’ve decided that I’m gonna do a 30 day countdown while I get the bike registered the proper portable charging equipment and the battery reserve I’ll need to attempt to drive 30 miles an hour on a very small minibike from Michigan to Florida then back home. taking all back roads. I’m doing this all while leaving drugs, nicotine and marijuana behind. That’s right mother in law. Weed too! lol I’m doing this because it’s gonna be tough. I’m making myself struggle hard enough to never forget why I’m doing it in the first place. I’m gonna post daily. So everyone can see my transformation. And hope that it helps someone else out there watching me following my journey on my road to recovery.