Today I realized that things are not going to just “get easier” for me again.

 Those first few months after I started suboxone treatment were  filled with the excitement of doing something new, plus the motivation of desperation. Now, the newness has worn off and I’m left here with myself and my habits and no easy way out.

So it is time for me to recommit myself to this process of healing.  This point, right here, is the point where I usually quit. Where the inspiration has run out and the goal is still out of sight, I give up. I start in with the self-sabotage, craftily stirring up some kind of drama so that when I do quit, it looks like events have conspired to foil me, once again.

Now I’m going to go to bed and feel grateful that today is over. Tomorrow I’m going to see what I can do to refocus. I’ll keep ya posted.