There’s a certain numbness that comes with addiction, a dulling of the senses that seeps into every corner of your life. I lived in that fog for a long time, disconnected from the world around me, barely aware of the passing days. It’s hard to admit, but there was a time when I was so deep in addiction that I only left the house four times in an entire year. Four times. And each of those times was driven by one desperate need: to get more narcotics from my doctor, the very substances that were destroying me from the inside out.
It’s strange to look back on that time now, to remember how small my world had become. My life was reduced to a series of cycles: wake up, numb the pain, sink deeper into the void, and repeat. The outside world might as well have been a million miles away. I barely noticed the changing seasons, the passing holidays, or even the simple beauty of a sunny day. My addiction had trapped me in a prison of my own making, and I was too consumed by it to see anything else.
But that’s not the real story. The real story begins after I started my recovery journey after I made the decision to reclaim my life. Recovery isn’t a straight path; it’s a winding road with plenty of bumps and detours. It’s hard work, and there were days when I wasn’t sure if I could keep going. But as I began to get better, as I started to step out of the darkness that had consumed me for so long, something incredible happened: I started to notice the world again.
One of the first things I noticed, something that took my breath away and filled me with a sense of wonder I hadn’t felt in years, was the sky. I remember the first time I really looked up after so many months of being trapped inside, both literally and figuratively. The sky was impossibly blue, a shade so vibrant it almost hurt my eyes. The clouds were scattered across that endless expanse, each one unique, forming shapes that seemed to dance and shift as I watched.
It sounds simple, I know. But after spending so much time in a self-imposed exile, where every day was just another step closer to the edge, noticing something as basic as the sky felt like a revelation. It was as if I was seeing the world for the first time through eyes that had been blinded by addiction for far too long. The sky was no longer just a backdrop to my life; it was a reminder of everything I had been missing, of all the beauty that still existed in the world if only I took the time to look.
I started to make it a habit, this simple act of looking up. Every time I left the house, whether it was for a walk, a trip to the store, or just to step outside for some fresh air, I’d take a moment to stop and really see the sky. It became a kind of therapy for me, a way to ground myself in the present and remind myself that I was still alive and part of this world. In all its vastness and beauty, the sky became a symbol of my recovery, a sign that there was still so much out there waiting for me.
The colors were what struck me the most. I had forgotten how many shades of blue there were, how the sky could shift from a deep, almost indigo hue in the early morning to a brilliant cerulean in the afternoon and then to soft pastels as the sun set. And the clouds were like works of art, ever-changing, never the same from one moment to the next. I found myself captivated by them, by their shapes and the way they moved across the sky, sometimes lazily drifting, other times racing as if carried by an unseen force.
I remember one day in particular when the sky was so clear, so intensely blue, that it almost didn’t seem real. I was standing outside, just staring up, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, and it hit me how much I had taken for granted. For so long, I had been trapped in my own mind, in my own misery, that I had forgotten what it felt like to simply be alive. But here I was, standing under this incredible sky, feeling the breeze on my skin, and I realized that life was still beautiful, still full of moments like this—moments that I had been missing for far too long.
As I continued on my recovery journey, the sky became more than just a visual reminder of the world outside my addiction. It became a metaphor for the freedom I was beginning to feel, the vast possibilities that lay ahead if I could just keep moving forward. Just like the sky, my future was wide open, full of potential and promise. And just like the clouds that drifted across that endless blue canvas, my thoughts and feelings were beginning to shift, to change, to become something new.
There’s a sense of peace that comes with recovery, a calmness that I hadn’t felt in years. It’s not always easy, and there are still days when the struggle feels overwhelming, but the difference now is that I can see the sky. I can look up and be reminded that no matter how hard things get, there’s still beauty in the world, and there are still reasons to keep going. In all its ever-changing glory, the sky has become a symbol of my resilience and ability to overcome the darkness that once threatened to consume me.
Lily and Daniel, my kids, were a big part of that journey. They were the ones who helped me see that there was still life to be lived, still beauty to be found in the simplest things. They were the ones who encouraged me to step outside, to reconnect with the world and with myself. As I stood there, looking up at that brilliant sky, I knew that I was finally starting to see the world through their eyes and through the eyes of someone who was learning to live again.
It’s incredible how something as simple as the sky can remind you of what’s truly important. It’s a constant, something that’s always there, even when you’re too lost to notice it. And now, every time I look up, I’m reminded of how far I’ve come, of the journey I’m still on, and of the endless possibilities that lie ahead.
So, if you ever feel lost or overwhelmed or feel like the world is closing in on you, just take a moment to look up. Look at the sky, at its vastness and beauty, and remember that there’s always something more out there, something worth fighting for. The sky, in all its infinite blue, is a reminder that life is still beautiful and that there’s always a way forward, no matter how dark things may seem.
For me, the sky was a sign that I was on the right path, that I was finally starting to heal, to recover, to find my way back to the person I wanted to be. And as I continue on this journey, I’ll keep looking up, knowing that there’s hope as long as I can see the sky. There’s always hope.
Stay disciplined. Stay resilient.
Jim Lunsford
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