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“Going beyond our own self-interest and becoming concerned with the feelings and well being of others was new behavior.”
– Life with Hope, second edition, page 28
My whole life revolved around pot—how to get it, where to get it, how to avoid getting busted, hiding it from my parents. I was a stoner, a pothead, a burnout. My use was my identity. Today, thanks to my recovery, I am so much more than those things. A part of me will always resonate with that identity, as that is what ties me to Marijuana Anonymous.
As I have progressed through this program and worked the Steps, I have been able to explore parts of myself that my smoking had diminished. I am still philosophical and laid-back, but now I am much more caring and present. I am much more connected to myself and those around me. I am good enough without the weed.
Final thought: Today, I value my identity as someone in recovery and embrace all aspects of myself.
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