Oops. I did it again.

That's right folks. A little two night and two day relapse. How did I let this happen? After a long bout of depression, my usual pattern is to cut, overdose or use IV cocaine. After trying to seek help for my depression, and being humiliated and scorned by our medical system, I caved.
After the guilt, shame and crawling out of my cess pool of yuck, the Ministry for Children and families showed up at my door. Sweet. I already had a sponsor and was trying to climb up and out and never use again (or just for today), an ex friend who was a long term close friend of twenty something years, decided to take it upon herself to threaten my little family's security. By the way peeps, my son was well taken care of and certainly not abandoned by my decision. Kharma is something I firmly believe in.
I am sad today. My daughter is on my mind. She has been living with a gang member since May 22, 2011 and I fear for her life. She is so beautiful and tiny and is with this disgusting walrus who has gotten her in way over her head and although we are in the same city, he forbids her to see me or her little brother.
I am going to write on here more often, get the shit out of my head. My life certainly never lacks a story.
Love to all,
Melissa