Every time I go to the store I have to pass by my old aquaintances house and I've made it a habit of having to look down the alley way that I used to drive down several times a day almost every day and my hands want to turn the steering wheel to the left but I pass by and I get this bad yearning in the pit of my stomach that wants me to turn back, but of course I keep going straight.
I can't figure out how my husband stays clean, I'm sure he gets the urge, but he doesn't talk about it, so I feel like if I talk to him about mine, which this past week has been just loaded with urges he would get the wrong idea and think that I'm going to go out and use. What helps him is that he's been plugged into the church for like 2 years and he plays guitar for a youth group. I haven't gone to church since the baby was born because either I'm too tired or I don't want to have to deal with getting ready, getting the baby ready and then worrying about having her cry in the middle of service, so I would rather stay home and deal with the mad cravings on my own. then I remembered this site and thought it couldn't hurt to start my journal over in hopes of finding relief.






















