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“Marijuana gave me wings to fly, and took away the sky.”
– Freedom to Be Me, Life with Hope, third edition, page 116
My use of marijuana spurred a progressive constriction of my freedom, potential, and connection to myself and others. As time passed during my active addiction, my dreams and ambitions were often blotted out or diminished by the smoky haze where I was existing.
It is a powerful, beautiful, and oftentimes, an intimidating realization that there is a whole world around me teeming with opportunity and possibility now that I am free of marijuana. Without marijuana, I am free in ways I never even realized; I was imprisoned.
Now I can build, enjoy, experience, and be truly present in my life. Marijuana gave me wings and took away the sky. In recovery, I am given the chance to strengthen my precious wings and a limitless sky to fly, create, and really live. With my fellows, the Steps, meetings, and my Higher Power, I can embrace my true grace, autonomy, and potential.
Final thought: Today, I acknowledge my freedom to live fully and boldly in recovery as I embrace my limitless potential.
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