Every so often I take inventory of the people I’m surrounding myself with. It’s something I do since I overcame my drug addition in my early 20’s. Now that I’m 30 and working on building a life with someone I’m really digging to see who are my real friends and whether or not I should allow them to be in my life.

I’ve recently had to come to terms with the fact I have friends battling addiction and that I am enabler. Not by buying drugs/alcohol or by supporting it, but by saying nothing. When I hang out with them I pretend we were who we use to be … all in efforts to try stay a loyal friend. I now realize although I strive to give quality, those efforts have soured our friendship. I do not think they are bad people or bad friends.  I just know they are bad for me.