Almost everyday.

When I was about 14-15, I began running away from home and using, then going to facilities and running away again. My entire life (at the time), was running, escaping, and run run run.

Over years I grew accustomed to running away and avoiding my problems, it was my way of dealing with reality and all the crap that comes along with that....it was by not dealing with it at all.

Still to this day there are moments I wish I could pack up and leave this place. I feel as though I corrupt myself and my family, and I just want out. I guess old habits die hard.

But there's some secret inner strength inside of me that keeps me planted here. I think it's my babies, they're what keeps me together.

It's very hard to deal with so much reality, but no matter what life situations we are in, reality is always there to smack us in the ***...lol. A friendly reminder I guess.

Running away is no longer the answer, it works in the beginning, but reality and all the crap that comes along with it catches up.

I think the answer to that problem....(mine personally), is accepting it...taking it on, and gaining strength from it.

It could take forever, but with hard work and acceptance it will come.

We all dream of running away and starting over, but I think there are ways in doing that right where we are.