I felt bad for the kids at school or the ones in the neighborhood who wasn't part of the group. So I would pull them in, but if that didn't work, I would still befriend them. They would turn out to be good friends.
As I got older, I was in a whole different crowd of people. For whatever reason, I would gravitate toward the men you wouldn't want to bring home to meet the folks. But it sure put some excitement into my life. And as I stepped out of the drug world, I somehow still found the men that needed help, love and understanding and everything will be OK. Only problem is, it never worked out that way.
I went through many relationships until I realized I need to take care of myself, not someone else. So my new journey began. Down into the darkness, where there was no light to see. I would stumble over someone or something and fall, then find a way to stand back up. I could only go forward, there was no going back. I reached into the darkness not knowing what was ahead. I could hear the pebbles tumble forward as I was finding my way. I took a deep breath when the oxygen was thining. A repugnant odor filled my nostrils and I found myself crawling on the cold moist floor.
To Be Continued.