Today I sit in my living room that is cluttered with boxes. All but the basic essentials are packed. Tomorrow I will walk out the front door for the last time. I'm moving on.
I moved to this town two years ago to take an ER position. Little did I know I would turn into a full blown drug addict. I lost my job and went to rehab. 7 months later I sit here, nursing license still active, secured a full time job, fully dedicated to my recovery and grateful to be clean and sober today.
They say we need to change people, places, and things. This home and town is a constant reminder of my using days. Driving past the hospital where I used to work brings back painful memories of the past I'm leaving behind. I'm moving an hour away for my new job and my new start.
The last year was the best but the worst of my life. I'll never forget the dark days of addiction but starting tomorrow, I'm moving on.
Leaving this house tomorrow and moving into my new home is just another step for my recovery. I'm excited to start this new journey.
