I loved the buzz and party-like chatter in the bars & clubs. Now that I’ve admitted I’m powerless and can’t manage life on my own, how will I ever be happy again? I gave life my best shot, am broken-hearted, in despair, lost.
Wait a minute. Where are those sounds of joy, laughter and camaraderie coming from? From the rooms of recovery?
What? How can that be? I’m not feeling it.
You told me to trust the process; do the work, that the feelings, miracles and an experience will happen.
So I went back to the meetings, Where else could I go? I had tried every other pathway. People, places & things no longer gave me any hope.
One day, I found myself laughing at your stories. Later, I was able to laugh at myself. Wait a minute, don’t laugh at me, I’m sensitive. Then we all laughed together!!
Of course I’m sensitive; I drank and used to hide my true self. My sense of pride was threatened. I felt ashamed, and was embarrassed.
Thank you for peeling back the curtain, to allow my true self to become free to express my thoughts & true feelings; to live free with a new hope and purpose!