15 Months

15 months wasted.

15 months clean and sober erased in one moment.

15 months of family and friends, school and normality, gone.

15 months and the needle is back in your arm as the lies spew from your mouth.

15 months later and my father is once again watching his son destroy himself.

15 months later and I hate him yet again.

15 months later and somehow I am surprised. I let myself believe that he would never use again.

15 months later, I’m sad and he’s high.

Here we go again.

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6 thoughts on “15 Months”

  1. I’m so sorry. I haven’t seen my brother since June 2010. He’s living with his so called girlfriend, also a junky and their one year baby girl, born suffering from withdrawal. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

    Every clean moment the have is a victory against their disease. A victory we should cherish despite the fear of relapse.

    He might come around. 15 months is a pretty long time for him to realise that his relapse is a reminder that the fight is fought daily.

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