I never thought I would be addicted to the same substance that killed my mother,
I mean I know all the signs to look out for,
The mid day naps,
The confusion,
The emotional change,
The unemployment,
Then again it was rare to see her sober,
The mother I know was the worse version of herself,
I refused to believe I had the same problem because I thought these was the signs to look out for,
I didn’t have these signs,
My signs was different,
Sadness,
Loneliness,
Depression,
It took me a while to figure out that there isn’t any signs to the addiction,
It’s differs from person to person,
There is somethings they all have in common,
These all in a haze consumed and control by the substance,
Refusing to believe it dose nothing but make us better,
After 3 years of being controlled by these substances and believe they was helping me cope with my past,
I broke free,
They wasn’t helping me they were delaying my healing process and making me think I would be nothing with out them,
Mind over matter,
I might of have the same addiction as my mother but the one thing our addiction didn’t have in commons is,
I beat mine,
Before it beat me.