I can’t seem to get to six months clean. That magical 6 months. Twice I’ve gotten to 5 months and faltered. I thought I was safe with my normal way of getting it out of the picture completely but one of the ladies my daughter brought to the house offered and I accepted. I’m starting all over again.
My drug councilor put inpatient on the table if that’s what I need to do, but I don’t want to miss my life. I have a wonderful life except this one small part. Instead, we talked about no in person contact with my daughter for 6 months. I like that idea on so many levels.