With regard to chemicals, I've stayed off dope, have not touched it and don't event think about it....things that used to trigger me never do anymore. I still drink too much. 2 or 3 tall boys of malt liquor a day. I'm embarrassed to admit that, but it's important to be honest. Still, I feel like I've come light years from where I was from.
The downside? I've gained a hundred lbs. Literally, a hundred fucking lbs. I have an appointment this week with my doctor for my usual shit (cholesterol labs etc), at which time I'm gonna bring up a referral to a bariatric surgeon for a lap band. Because being a giant behemoth of a woman sucks.
All that said, I'm in the best relationship of my life, with a completely sober, beautiful, absolutely precious man I met 6 days after I got off that bus. He is completely sober and completely normal, but somehow completely accepts me. ME! With all of my crazy baggage and now all of my weight... If that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is. His stabilizing presence in my life has allowed me to reconnect with my family in Michigan, especially my father, who died 2 years to the day after i got off the bus after fleeing the hell I was in. My partner bought a house two months after I met him, within less than a mile of my father, his wife, and my biological mother. Interestingly, a year after I moved here, my sister moved back here from Vegas, and my brother from Buffalo. The brother didn't get back til after dad died, but my sister did and I know she was a huge blessing to him in those last horrible days if his illness.