A Former Addict Helping Others in Recovery
A Former Addict Helping Others in Recovery
James sat across from the young man, his hands clasped together.
"You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready for," he said gently.
The man, barely in his twenties, stared at the floor. "I don’t even know why I’m here."
James nodded. He had been in the same seat years ago, lost and angry. "That’s okay. I felt the same way once. But talking helped."
A former addict helping others in recovery wasn’t just about giving advice—it was about understanding. James had walked this path, and he knew how hard it was to take the first step.
The young man scoffed. "You don’t get it. I’ve messed up too many times."
James leaned forward. "I get it more than you think. A former addict helping others in recovery has been through the same darkness. But if I could change, so can you."
The man’s eyes flickered with something—doubt, maybe hope. "How did you do it?"
James sighed. "One day at a time. I found people who didn’t give up on me, even when I gave up on myself."
Silence hung between them.
"What if I fail?" the young man whispered.
James smiled. "Then you try again. A former addict helping others in recovery knows that setbacks happen. But every new day is a chance to start over."
The young man finally met his gaze. "And you really think I can do it?"
James nodded. "I know you can. Because I did."
A former addict helping others in recovery doesn’t just offer hope—they prove that change is possible. James had once believed he was beyond saving. Now, he was here, helping someone else believe in themselves.
As the young man took a deep breath and nodded, James felt something he never thought he would—purpose.
"Alright," the young man said. "One day at a time, right?"
James grinned. "That’s the only way."

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