From the place that active addiction took, and from the place that recovery gave. This is the voice that i found, and will not be silcenced.

Every now and again, we must remind ourselves just exactly from where we come from,  and realize that thru all our trials and tribulations that life bestowed upon us, it didn't go to waste, it finally paid off, and slowly we are starting to see, what we already knew to be fact, that we were meant for greater things, that maybe only the lord saw at the time, we were created, i always knew that i felt so at ease lost in my drug addiction but at the same time completely outta my place, what i find the most amazing part is that we could be so comfortable, and not so comfortable in that same place, i'm referring to the daily struggles that i battled on a daily basis, for well over 35 years while deeply lost in my active addiction, and i am starting to notice the little things in life that we were told as children, by our parents, grandparents, friends and loved ones, keep you're head up, sometimes as i recall vaguely bout things my nana would remind of consistently as growing up, then tell myself silently she was correct, i never knew just what other purpose that i had in life waiting for me, just that i had something waiting on me, all i had to do was either to prepare to battle my addictions like i never knew was humanly even possible, just that i had saw some that came outta the gutter, and called the same streets home much as i did. Or become what every other person already was whispering behind my back...that i was indeed a verified statistic . A name that would only be remembered by only a small group of people if at even that at all. In the book that they referred to me, i would only be mentioned by the case number, or the numbers that the state issued me. a member of the distinguished nobody's hero club. Well not me brother, that after many failed attempts, and so many lost years, i'd either get it right, or be that group of numbers, that they all said was true. And these weird and odd things that somehow come outta what i like to refer as part of my journey, chapter one...  The Lost Years..

In closing to the daily words that i write here, admitting that yes i was once part of the lost, and now professing that i am also part of the worthy, ask my honestly what works, as i mutter from under my breath, if only i knew, but i can honestly answer but i know what doesn't.. Everybody's journey starts out the same, but ends out entirely different, if we just believe, if you're still out there, lost, and all alone, if you can remember that there are many others of us out there and we are only as far as our minds allow us to think, or as close as the nearest call for help, nothing to be ashamed of, at one time we were there as maybe you are now, keep the faith my brothers and sisters, for within us all, are the answers, that we all so desperately need to find.. Till next time i gather the courage from within, and from the voice that learned to find.

My name is Bobby Rio and i am a survivor.

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