Day One

Today has been tough. I had very bad emotional ups and downs...lots of crying. I had Andrew throw my pipe into a dumpster. If not I will keep trying to scrape the resin and smoke it. I am pretty proud of myself for getting rid of it. This to me means business. So much good is going to come from this decision. I know it. Even though I am pulling out my hairs right now. I just have to find things to keep me busy. I am going to start making things to sell at flea markets...etc. I have lots of ideas for jewlery, plushies filled with soothing herbs, light switch covers, redone vintage purses...ect. I want to get organized for a yard sale. I want to bake things. All these things have been in my mind for months, but never have come to fruition. I am strong and need to get rid of this pussy attitude and become the strong fighter I once was. Then the world will be my oyster. Even though I know pot wasn't my friend, I feel like my best friend is missing. It's been part of my life for so long. I wish I didn't have the addictive genes I was born with. All I can do is fight it. One day at a time.