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⫸STICKY⫷ What are you grateful for ?

Waking up to a new day. This is indeed a day the Lord has made; I will be joyful and rejoice in it! I think those of faith and those that are not can appreciate this. 💙
 
Food for my growling hungry stomach, and also someone to talk with. :rolleyes:
 
Mallinckrodt, Teva, Mylan, Dr. Reddy's, Actavis, Pfizer, Wockhardt & Accord, Endo, Johnson & Johnson, AmerisourceBergen, Cardinal Health, McKesson, Roxan Laboratories, Purdue, Janssen, Bausch Health Companies Inc., Hoffman-La Roche, Upjohn
 
being stable ( ? ) beta maybe idk
my friends both human and fauna
empathy
BL
Bottled water - tap water is unsafe for drinking
the nice weather
not having to work for like a week. ;)
Wonder what bs I run into...? L toda l
I love Leonard Cohen songs/poetry.
being stable ( ? ) beta maybe idk
my friends both human and fauna
empathy
BL
Bottled water - tap water is unsafe for drinking
the nice weather
not having to work for like a week. ;)
Wonder what bs I run into...? L toda l
 
I love Leonard Cohen songs/poetry.
i feel he has/had something to say.
im not big into poetry as i do not understand it maybe. faust is a different story but not sure what genre he would fall under. probably poetry....
hope you and yours are safe and cozy.
peace
 
Grateful that I had enough sense to get a lot of medical sh*t done before the world stops spinning.
🙏
 
Didn’t even know if I should post this… but f*ck it.

Today’s one of those days where everything feels heavy. Yesterday I had a great roll, felt good, felt clear. But today? My mind’s in a fog. That’s how it is when you’ve battled depression—it creeps in outta nowhere and hits you hard.

What really gets to me is the stuff happening at home. The woman I had a kid with—someone I thought would always have my back—makes me feel like I’m not even human sometimes. Tells me to get out of her house like I’m trash. But what hurts the deepest is when she looks our daughter in the face and says, “Your drug addict dad has to go.”

Like, one—why are you saying that to our little girl? She’s just a kid. And two—I’ve been through hell and made it out. I battled opiate addiction for 4–5 years. That sh*t had a chokehold on my life. I overdosed and died three times in one night on fentanyl back when I was using. And by some miracle, I’m still here. Breathing. Trying.

And through it all, my little girl still loves me. So much. And I love her with everything I have. She’s my reason for fighting.

But her mom—the same woman who watched me fight my way back from the edge—acts like none of that matters. She refuses to acknowledge how far I’ve come. Every chance she gets, she tears me down. Says I’m still a piece of sh*t addict. Says that’s all I’ll ever be. Even tells me sometimes she hopes I overdose and die.

I know some people might read this and brush it off. Might think I’m being dramatic. But to me, this sh*t hurts. Deep. And I’m just trying to stay strong. Keep my head up.

If any of you would like to inbox me and talk about this so I can get some of these feelings out, let me know—and vice versa. If you’re going through something and need to vent too, I’m here.

Still here. Still standing. Still thankful for every breath.

What are you holding on to today?
 
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