I remember the withdraw that left me laying on my bathroom floor because I was too sick to move. The restless legs were accompanied by an even more restless mind. I remember my mom walking into a drug house to save my life. I swore that I would never get high again. Then a week later on the way to rehab I convinced my family that I had to meet my dealer one last time. I remember the hope my family had every time they sent me to treatment. Then the pain I saw in their eyes and heard in their voice when they realized I had relapsed once again. “A life beyond my wildest dreams.” That has nothing to do with material things that I have gained through recovery. It’s the fact that I’ll never be the person who put my family through that pain again. It’s the fact that I’ll never be the person who needs saving from a drug house or that needs to get high on the way to rehab. For someone like me a life without the obsession to use drugs is a dream in itself but the freedom I’ve found along the way is beyond anything I ever imagined.