Drug dreams.

15 years clean I’m still waking up skittish and chaotic from the consequences of meth.

However rare these days, the dreams now empathize with perspectives of family members and institutions I wronged and betrayed during my decade of active addiction.

How crazy I made them all think and feel wondering what the hell was going on with me.

So I wake up, shake it off, and pray away a bad start to my day and thank God for the experience but not its effects.

No longer—by the literal grace of God—persecuted by it but thanking him for the different points of view.

More than awake,I’m awakened.
Let’s call that a blessing.