Brothers and Sisters in Recovery 🙏 Yesterday was sobering — no pun intended. I learned that my very good friend’s stepbrother passed away from an overdose. It hit hard. Real hard. Because every one of us knows the truth deep down… this disease does not play fair. Addiction does not care about age, family, intelligence, kindness, or potential. It steals sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, and friends. It leaves empty chairs at dinner tables and broken hearts that never fully heal. And the hardest part? Most of us know that person could have been us. Some of us have overdosed and somehow made it back. Some of us woke up in hospital beds. Some of us were brought back with Narcan. Some of us buried friends we laughed with just weeks before. We’ve watched addiction turn beautiful souls into statistics. That reality should shake every recovering addict to the core. But here’s what I also know: recovery gives us a responsibility. We are not just staying clean for ourselves anymore. We ar...
Brothers and Sisters in Recovery 🙏
When you finally hit rock bottom, you have to start new — and there is real beauty in that.
The truth is, sometimes it’s not just one rock bottom. Sometimes we hit bottom several times, one right after another. Life can knock us down hard, and addiction can take us places we never thought we’d go. But the greatest thing about hitting rock bottom is this: you get to start over. And there is something powerful, humbling, and even beautiful about that.
It all comes down to perspective.
Usually when we hit rock bottom, we feel like we’ve lost everything. Pride. Peace. Trust. Relationships. Maybe even ourselves for a while. But in those moments — those raw, broken, desperate moments — we often find the very thing that sets us free: the desperation to change. That desperation can become the foundation of recovery.
Sometimes the breaking is what finally opens the door to healing.
It reminds me of a crucible, or even Marine Corps training. They strip everything away. They push you to your limit. They test every weak point. And at the end of it, you either sink or swim.
But if you’re here… if you’re reading this… if you’re fighting for your recovery today…
You didn’t sink.
You swam.
You survived what was meant to destroy you. You walked through fire and came out stronger, wiser, and more honest than before. That is something to be proud of. Never forget that. Recovery is not weakness — it is one of the greatest acts of courage a person can make.
So if you’re in a hard place right now, don’t curse the bottom too quickly. Sometimes the place that broke you is the same place God uses to rebuild you.
Keep coming back. Keep doing the work. Keep reaching out. Keep believing.
One day at a time. Easy does it. Progress, not perfection. Keep it simple. This too shall pass. Let go and let God. Stay in the fight. We do recover.
With love and gratitude,
Gary G
🙏🏽Thank you, your words are such a wonderful gift to my soul this morning❤️
ReplyDeleteYour welcome 🤗🤗
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