I was going through my facebook messages and saw a picture of my oldest daughter. I looked at her beautiful face but kept going back and focusing on her eyes. The gateway to her soul. And I saw life. I saw peace. I saw beauty. I saw freedom. I saw my daughter’s soul again.The one I KNEW lived inside her. I saw the beauty of recovery. My daughter is a recovering addict. As I looked in those eyes, I had flashbacks of when what I saw in them frightened me beyond any fear I have ever felt in my life. I had witnessed seeing the evil hell of addiction stealing her soul and felt at times I was truly looking into the eyes of Satan himself. There were times I had to turn away as I felt that if I looked too long, the darkness would suck me in. And I still shudder everytime I have these flashbacks. Which thank God, are not much any longer. I believe though, that sometimes we have to go back so we remember and celebrate the victory over this horrible disease. The beauty of recovery. And the freedom of a precious soul.
- Written by Robin Barton