I Express Myself Through Writing

I keep going back, as if drawn, to the rooms, the addiction, looking at it in different ways, trying to understand it more. My son's drug problem, my own addiction or codependency.

Today I am thinking that there is some void that is trying to be filled through drug use, through another relationship, through trying to fix someone else. I wonder what void within me am I trying to fill. What is missing, what is it that I need to stop me from trying to find love in all the wrong places.

I have found so many wonderful tools in the rooms. I have learned to accept myself and love myself.