Welcome to my recovery sanctuary, my space, place of safety

 come on in!

Here’s the place I’m writing from, the one that is so far away from those fifteen months in the homeless hostel I poured myself into over three years ago.

It’s warm, fairly clean, next to where I sleep, wash, eat and its mine! (well…. rented!)

Here I can connect with you and others, share a chuckle, feel safe to cry, pop out without fear of being labelled or frowned upon.

You might have noticed the odd picture, each has a story and memory of different times, they’re my reflective walls of my treasured toon . In the corner, my love for music is clear, my youngest son is loving, visiting his dad(or maybe it’s the 🥁!) – never ever did I think that’d happen again after the way my addiction hit him and his bro.

Scrimped, borrowed, gifted is how I kitted out most of the flat, even the TV came from my hostel support worker!

Begged, stole and lied were my previous values.

Cunning, deceit, manipulation, victim mode were my addict values.

Gratitude is a small word with huge impact for me. I could never imagine how much I appreciate being here.

So, excitedly I’ll pop my head on the pillow tonight and be grateful for what today brought and sleep well for another day.