I wrote the poem above during my first stay in Ward B (mental health care ward, Auckland City Hospital).
I was admitted by my mother, who feared for my safety following my first drug-induced psychotic episode.
I am a recovering P addict, clean seven months now. Every day I thank God my P addiction didn't totally destroy me or, more importantly, the lives of my children.
P changed me, it stripped away everything that was real and good about me as a person.
I am working fulltime now in a job I love. I am enjoying taking back "wellness".
I am not immune to relapse but I am safe while I am clean and I am happy.
I can feel again, and my children are trusting me again.
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