I have come a long way... and I have a long way to go.
Ultimately though, when I consider who and how I used to be, when I think about how small my world was, how tiny my dreams, how twisted my thinking, how dark my heart... when I remember that every day for years all I could do was drink and use... hell, all I wanted to do was drink and use... it doesn't matter how far I've come or how far I have to go. I'm different. I'm new. I don't live or think that way anymore. And I never have to again. That is... I am... it's a miracle. Well, it's my miracle anyway. And I really want to keep it.