AL was ruining my life, my health, even my brain. I felt like hell all the time. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think. I could barely get through work. I was hiding, sneaking, lying about this horrid poison that had taken over my life. Until one day I broke. I cried out to God for help. I couldn't do it on my own. I kept trying to control AL but it was controlling me. I believe God heard my pleading cries because suddenly I had the strength. He answered my prayers. I was so unworthy and ashamed to even speak to him. For the things I've done, for the person I become. But broken, sobbing, and hopeless....I took a chance".*
Cherokeer~ thanks for sharing that. It is amazing how fast AL"the beast" makes us forget our miseries and regrets, when the thought if drinking slips back in.
I too have began replaying and writing down my past horrors. I remind myself at the age of 40, the worst choices, decisions regrets I ever made came from being drunk. I know I cant dwell on the past, but I sure as Hell will use past as a reminder.
Any way your post made me think of that.
AF 15 days
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