Happy Birthday...

Many thanks to my brother Jeff and sister-in-law Sheryl for my beautiful new iPad2, I can't begin to tell you how blessed I feel right now. I've been thinking all day about how to express my gratitude, but then I realized that Jeff already knows how much I love him and appreciate him, so once again, thank you for making my life easier. I can now blog from anywhere, video tape for my children and many, many more features that I'm just learning about. It's all at my fingertips now and I love it :) Thank you again.

Now to discuss something pretty deep that I've been holding onto for 14 years. I decided that since this is MY blog that I would share what was on my mind and if people couldn't handle it, to please log off now, I'll be happy to have you return later. So here it goes...today is the 14th anniversary of the day I stopped my substance abuse. I was 17 years old and right out of high school when I started dating a guy that introduced me to something he called "go fast". He said that it was an energy-type powder and that it would help me work those two jobs that I had and give me some extra energy. I had never done drugs in my life and so I naturally told him that I wasn't interested, but he lied and promised me it wasn't anything that would harm me. Boy was he wrong. He chopped it up and put (crank) underneath my tongue. That night I broke two coffee pots as I ran around the restaurant, I couldn't calm down. I was instantly attracted to this feeling and wanted more. That was the beginning of a 13 year run. My family didn't know, most of the world didn't know (so I thought). I got married to the love of my life and even used for five years of our marriage without him knowing. He worked a lot and I had a lot of free time. John assumed that I was moody and had sleeping issues. When I wasn't sleeping, I was going 1,000 miles per hour. He never suspected I did drugs because he completely trusted and loved me with all his being. I abused that trust and it wasn't until after Johnny and Jordan were born did it all come crashing down. I was prescribed Zoloft for post-pardon depression and the combination of the two drugs hit head on and I nearly overdosed. Jeff walked me into a psychiatric hospital where they treated me and I detoxed. Afterwards I immediately went into rehab (in-patient) where I stayed for 3 weeks. I wanted to go home and be with my family, so I went straight into an out-patient rehab and graduated from the program. That was 14 years ago. We uprooted the family and moved to Sacramento to find a place away from "there". We needed a fresh new start. I'm proud of my sobriety and had been looking forward to this "birthday" for years because now I have more "clean time" than time I used. Yahoo!! Thank you for listening to my story...

Peace to you all ~ Love, Genie


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