Drugs. they are a big part of who I was and no longer who I am. I no longer identify with people on the streets. I can to an extent, but I quickly remind myself of who I am and how much hard work it took to get myself to the point where I am today..troubles come and i remind myself that I am human and make mistakes. just because I'm clean doesn't give me the right to judge another. I'm implying here what I feel about myself in the world. I no longer chill with junkies and criminals. I stay at home and tend to the family and attend afternoon classes as i work towards an education. I tend to doubt myself and my abilities as a parent. I wonder how a person like myself could ever be blessed with such an amazing child like Angel. My precious 2 year old whom I live and would die for.

This is her a year ago. I just love this picture so much! She is a handful but all worth it. I sometimes wonder if I'm going to wake up from this dream and find myself strung out and sick in a smokey old motel room. Alone and broken...

Here I am a mother, a wife and a daughter. I want to excel in all the areas as i try so hard to make up for all I took from those whom I love. I took years that were supposed to be joyful and turned them into nightmares for my poor mother. My oldest son Steven...that is a deep wound lets not even go there as that's a whole new post...

I like writing here because  figure a good present of the people reading this are pretty much normies that never really got hooked on tar heroin or meth. I do, however think we have all been touched my addiction in one form or another. Be it an Aunt or Uncle, sister, brother or even a parent. Anyway, I just love reading about you all and the info I gain from several of the blogs i follow gets put to good use as i have a pretty dull social life that affords me little time with other moms. I keep my guard up anymore. I have to because those I DO associate with in The Program live compromised lifestyles themselves. Well, ya..these are my kids Steven and Angel