Two years ago today I was at my lowest point. Dying in the hospital from multiple organ failure because of my addiction. I had about a 15% chance of survival. I spent my 23rd birthday scared and alone in the hospital. Today I have a job, a car, a place of my own, and friends that will hold me accountable for my actions. I like to think that my stubbornness kept me from dying in the hospital but really it was my support system. They kept me alive when I didn’t want to be and I’m so thankful for them.
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