tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11716271.post-80918946937933633372008-05-04T19:19:00.002+02:002008-05-04T21:05:27.021+02:00I was dead. The drugs have killed the previous "me". I am no longer the same person. The therapy taught me many important things. But I had to die to understand my mistakes.<br /><br />You do not know what I have suffered. The pain, sleepless nights, suicidal thoughts, depression. The worst of all - hunger. I was ready to kill for another hit. Thank God I did not.<br /><br />Now, I am back - from the world of dead. I was given another chance and I have decided to change my life. I realized that when I was at the hospital. It is a gift from God. He cares about me. He wants me to live and go on. And do not look back. The past is nothing but a memory. It cannot control or enslave us. We have to keep fighting - for the better future. But the fight will not be someday or someplace. IT IS NOW! I am now fighting to live and survive.<br /><br />I am still weak. In heart, in mind and in soul.mewtwohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160noreply@blogger.com