Hello everyone..addict named Anne from Orlando and I'm so so glad to be alive today.  I have a story just like everyone else and i have a relapse that i pray one day will end.  Ya see, I managed to put together a handful of years in the program, worked the steps, sponsored folks and did the service thing..Yes, i was fully involved with the program.  UNTIL, i met him..the man i thought was "the one" ya know how the story goes as im sure many can relate. I didnt know he was an addict until one day he just up and disappeared..3 days later i get the phone call"baby im so sorry" come to find out he was an addict in full relapse.. I tend to think sometimes that i can save the world and i went out to find him and save him from the horrible thing known as addiction.  In a matter of 3 months time, i saw a man that had everything in the world going for him become homeless, broke, desperate and deadly but ya know as i continued to live in fantasy land..i had the belief that love was going to make everything better.  I decided to get high with him because i thought no matter what happens, i will be able to save him and bring him home. Well, i got tired out there..couldnt keep up with his using so, i came home.. picked up a white keytag and have managed to stay clean for 24 hours.

I cant tell ya that I dont love him, in the back of my mind i pray that he finds the rooms again before its too late. Its hard, real hard and i am not sure if i can make it.  The first step tells me that I am powerless and i continue to tell my self that i have to keep going for me.  I am once again a new comer...

Keep Comin Back..  I pray i stay..

Thanks for letting me share