This is exactly the precise moment that it clicked in my brain and the fire was lit under my soul. I had been homeless for 4 years, I was injecting any type of illicit drug you had to offer, I was freezing cold some nights, sleeping on the ground or sleeping in a tent or sleeping in an alley or in abandoned house. Walking around the city of St Louis aimlessly fighting, stealing, and bringing violence and Terror to good people. I was alone, afraid, and brutally defeated by life. It came to a single moment where I thought to myself.. I had 10 fentanyl pills which was seven more than I needed to overdose and I threw all 10 of them in the spoon and Drew up the liquid into the syringe and sat there and stared at it for an hour while I cried and punched myself in the head.. at that single moment I was defeated, ashamed of myself, embarrassed and had no type of self-respect, self dignity, or honor. I was ready to throw in the towel and call it quits.. I had an epiphany that night.. I ended up falling asleep on the ground or better yet just nodded out from the drugs I had done prior and I fell asleep for about 3 and 1/2 hours only to wake up to the syringe that was filled to the brim with deadly elicit Fentanyl. Pure fentanyl. Gone.. somebody came by and seen the syringe and stole it from me. Not sure if that was a guardian angel or if that was somebody just trying to get high but the syringe disappeared and the next day I took myself into treatment and I've been clean ever since. It will be 9 months on the 31st of this month. ♥︎⁹⁹⁹♥︎
