Why I know I'm clean and free

The years that I was homeless, jobless, and addicted to cocaine and alcohol were a time of hopelessness, of living from day to day in fear. That was my life at that time.

As I explained in the earlier article about the changes in my life ["A walk out of darkness into light," January 27, 2003], I was living with a young lady who was a drug pusher. It made everything pretty convenient, but at the same time it only heightened my sense of misery.

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