Some thoughts approaching half a year of freedom...
One day at a time adds up pretty quick. I never thought it possible but here we are.
Every cave strengthens my resolve. Being an addict keeps me on guard.
These hallowed halls are a microcosm of our society...
There are brave, freedom loving folks from every corner of this great nation and every walk of life. Warriors, teachers, engineers, protectors, producers, geeks, jocks, jar heads and even a few lawyers are represented. Nobody is left behind and our similarities bind us together, we're quit. Just like our real life communities, there are givers, takers and those that bounce between the two.
We strive to be better for ourselves, our families and our neighbors.
You learn quickly who to depend on and who you can't.
The outpouring of love, support and accountability is humbling.
I came here for help quitting dip and ended up learning more about history, politics, female anatomy, Hiafuckinku, cars, bestiality, hunting, New Zealand Hakas. Damn, I've learned shit I didn't even know I didn't know.
So thank you, you bunch of fuck tahds that help me stay quit. Thanks to all those that couldn't quite get it down. Thanks to all those that will post their promise from here on out, honor it and repeat.
153 days of liberation