Hi...

My name is Bonny, and I’m an addict. I’ve been clean for 100 days. My mind getting clear, and.. it feels getting better. Every day, a little bit.

I wanna talk about myself. One day, I’ve got a bad dream.., a really bad dream. It starts with me stealing my Mom’s jewel. Then I go hurry to this guy who I used to know who has a fencing store. Then with the money, I go to this place where usually I used to buy some drugs. But he’s not around. The drug dealer.., he’s missing. So I go to other places, but for some reason, no one is around. All of the city is dry. Then I get that feeling. The dread.., and I’ve become panic.  

It’s raining, and it gets dark. So I start running back to my house. I’m thrashing right through it, looking for something I might have stashed away. And thinking that I have a seizure. Then I found something strange.., I find a balloon hidden in my suitcase.

So there I am, with a bag of junk in one hand, and money for my next fix in the other. And I feel at total, utter peace. And I wake up. One day at a time.., one day at a time.

Thank you.

*In one of the therapy community classes in “Rumah Kemang".  Place when the first time I’ve got a cure and blessing.

Jakarta, February 2001 (Can’t remember that date)