There's a whole part of me that nobody knows about, or even suspects happened to me. I've buried these secrets with the other crap I did in my past, and moved on.

But earlier I was thinking about how these experiences I had in my childhood, teen years, and even as an early adult has made me who I am today. The good experiences, bad experiences, and even the most painful and unforgettable experiences.

Some of those experiences involves drug abuse. I started when I was 13 and ended up in a drug treatment center when I was 14 because my whole world spun out of complete control all with in one short year.

Even after treatment I continued to use....and almost accidentally killed myself twice. Still to this day I am amazed I survived both incidents because I was surely meant to die.

I'm just grateful for today....and all the tomorrows ahead of me. And I cross my fingers hoping that those experienced are in the past and will never be in my future.