LITTLE GEORGE'S STORY
- BRUSH PAST
- 6 days ago
- 1 min read
Updated: 5 days ago
There were days, which were most days when rising to the morning and the daylight was a daunting experience.
The only certainty was that it was going to be the same as rest of the enumerable days wishing that you hadn't woken up and that you were still oblivious to the new day.
Eventually you realise the darkness of the night has given way to the light of day and you are part of it ,as much as you wish you were not.
You play your mundane part which is usually the same script of feeding the addiction trying to cover up that darkness of your existence coping with the day.
Until one day you wake up, you realise you no longer want to be in the darkness of your day and see a glimpse of light away from the darkness of addiction and that light brings recovery.
