Originally Posted by
jonthepain
i don't really want to remember that stuff. and there was plenty of it.
see, that was a different person. that wasn't me. well it was, but, i don't know. the old me i guess.
and when i looked around, i could discern who was still using, who didn't care, and who was being straight up. i heard the heartfelt stuff and the platitudes. i heard the guy who belched like every thirty seconds, real deep and load and long. the guy next to me with the huge pupils and nervousness.
in one sense, i know i need to be thankful for how far the Lord has taken me away from all that. but another part of me just wants to bury that old man and move on. addiction and recovery aren't like the center of my universe anymore, and i'm not really comfortable bringing it back again.