A little reminder that I’m not a total piece of shit. A new start with a fresh outlook on life. The confidence and inspiration I needed to get everything back on track.
Working 12+ hour days.
Requesting to come in on my day off.
Even at home it’s like I was a whole new person - wanting to get up every morning, excited for life, motivated by everything around me.
And wanting, more than anything; genuinely and wholeheartedly, to get clean because I finally remembered what it was that sparked my fire. What feuled me. What I was born to do.
Even he noticed that I had a new drive, passion.
But life kicked me down again. I almost forgot who I was- an ignorant junkie fuck.