Left: That was me—completely broken. I weighed just 93 pounds, living on the streets, scared, in pain, and addicted to meth and heroin. I wanted my life to end. My drug use gave me endocarditis twice and left a hole in my heart. My mom took that picture the day she came to save me.
Right: I took this picture tonight. I didn’t care about angles—I just wanted to show my happiness. I am 9 months clean. I fought for my life in the hospital for months, survived heart surgery, gained 40 pounds, found a place to live, and now have my family and my two cats who help me every day.
I’ve shared my before picture many times, but that’s because my story matters. Recovery is possible. And it is so worth it.
Girl, you’re amazing!! ✨
Credits: FB group Anonymous Club