I was a rebellious wiki-wiki freak show who had always wanted to be free ofthe rules and regulations imposed by the world around me. Society,morality, the law and good sense forbid getting hammered or high everyday.So in my hungry lust for the forbidden, I went full-speed aheadinto dazzling chemical delights. Drugs and alcohol gave me life without limits. I discovered there was no limit to the pain, misery, despair and chaos of addiction; no limit on the hurt which I was capable of causing or the sadness I invoked. There was a never-ending supply of lovely destruction and my voracious appetite was insatiable. When I hit bottom - fool that I am - I reached for a shovel in a crazed effort to dig a new low. It was just my twisted nature to do so. These days, Iâ??m very happy in my little sobriety box with its cozy corners, defined boundaries and comforting fortress walls. Life with limits is really not bad at all.When you find yourself in a hole, the best thing to do is stop digging.
