“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.” ~ Dag Hammarskjold

Ghosts can be good or bad, nostalgic or haunting.  Once meth was my heaven and also my hell on earth. My life felt empty and meaningless and I became detached from reality existing day to day – hour to hour.  I limped through the days and nights,  physically and mentally, I grew more passive and numb, and my world became stagnant.

Everything Good was Gone

The friends I had, the ones that cared, were hours or days away. I needed their shoulders so bad but they seemed so far out of reach. Every day I would wish for my friends to be near, yet if they called, it would be hard to hear their voices on the phone. I was emotionally distant from my family and when their calls came in I remained cold and isolated.  My true friends, my family had become ghosts. Meth pushed them away. (more…)