But What If…

Written By Anthony

As I sit in this first day of sobriety, laying in the bed waiting to get sleepy after taking a sleep aid, I’m thinking to myself “But what if I lose it all from disconnecting from everything and everyone?” Only to realize that those what-ifs are what’s kept me trapped for so long.

Like the, “what if I lose momentum?” instead of, “what if I love the new pace?” Or, “what if my family doesn’t support me?” instead of, “what if I have all the support I need to stay clean?”

How about this MJ, what if I actually don’t want you anymore? I want me this time. I want self-love, self-respect, self-commitment — not bud devotion.

Published by A New Leaf Publications

A man lying awake in bed with a bottle of prescription medication and an alarm clock on his nightstand

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