
All hopeful recovering alcoholics beware the wiles of summer are almost here Sunny days and starlit nights Aromatic breezes and charismatic sights
Viva la Rebellion
All hopeful recovering alcoholics beware the wiles of summer are almost here Sunny days and starlit nights Aromatic breezes and charismatic sights
I’ve been in rehab for almost three months now (sober since Jan 1) and I feel like I could really make the sobriety thing stick this time. The groups have helped to sort out some of my issues. I don’t feel all the hate, shame and resentment anymore. My recovery coach has been a real […]
I hate the feeling of let down. It sends a post-traumatic sensation through my mind. Even the slightest hint that something has gone wrong is like the worst thing that could happen in my space and time. I’ve gotten better at separating feelings from facts. But the facts don’t hide the feelings, just like my right hand never knows what’s going on with my left.
If I had a million dollars I could finally set me free. I would have the independence I never thought I’d see. I would wake up every day without a worry on my mind as I accomplished all those little things I often toss aside.
When I exited rehab I had a new sense of order in my life. I was on schedule. I woke up every day at seven o’clock, showered, dressed, made my bed, cleaned my room, made a to-do list, read some daily reflection and wrote in my journal. Most importantly, I attended meetings and maintained a fellowship with recovering addicts.
My trigger finger swollen I’m jonezin I got my mind made up and my money on my own plan Now who’s holdin? I got no nac for these jiggaz who don’t get it til the aftermath