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| ~ Positively Negative ~ I thought drugs could give me happiness... I became unhappy. I thought drugs could give me joy... I became miserable. I thought drugs would let me be sociable... I became argumentative. I thought drugs could give me sophistication... I became obnoxious. I thought drugs could give me friends... I became more lonely. I thought drugs could give me sleep... I awakened without rest. I thought drugs could give me strength... I became weak. I thought drugs could give me relaxation. I became uptight. I thought drugs were okay when I needed them... I became dependent. I thought drugs could give me bravery... I became afraid. I thought drugs could give me confidence... I became doubtful. I thought drugs could make conversation easier... My speech was slurred. I thought drugs could give me a heavenly feeling... I began to feel like hell. I thought drugs would let me forget... I became forever haunted. I thought drugs could give me freedom... I became a slave. I thought drugs could erase problems... I watched them multiply. I took drugs to cope with Life. .. I invited Death. But for the Grace of God, I am now able to pray for the Serenity to ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. ~ Mick ~ ~ Home ~ |
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