inspired by alcoholics

today i cruised the blogs of some alcoholics in recovery. i picked out some tasty morsels for you. these are real stories from real people who have gone through the black pain of alcoholism and are now accepting the sweet pain of recovery, of moving forward, one step at a time, day by day.

they are words, more than anything, about giving to each other, words of gratitude, words of courage, words of realizing that every single one of us is deeply worthy of love – love for each other, love from each other and love for ourselves.

from ragamuffin rambler

The community of recovery reminds me that the only lasting gift I have to share is my story, my truth, my love and my service. And it doesn’t matter worth a damn whether anyone benefits from it, or even acknowledges it. It matters simply whether or not I offer it …

from higher powered

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful …

that I am sober today; no hangover, no black-outs

for Sonny’s will to survive after major surgery and complications

for those who have sat at his bedside, gently comforting him and offering him the hope and prayers from all of us

for all of the people who give their time and effort to help others

Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great. -Cher

from a day in the life

So yesterday morning my phone rang early and I picked up the phone. Her words to me are words that I have not heard anyone say for almost two years and they were, “April, I don’t want to die”, and I heard her cry. I said, I will be right there, and I threw my clothes on and went around the corner to see her. The pained look on her face broke my heart. I sat at the table in silence as I waited for her to speak. The words that came were scattered though she was sober and I could tell she had so much pain inside. I said, you need to stop beating yourself up and deal with today. You are a good, wonderful woman, you need help, you asked for it and I am here and together we will make it through this day.

from sobriety girl

I cried. I cried. I cried some more. And suddenly it hit me like the storm on the river I was passing through. I had loved him so much. I had loved him more than anything, but I didn’t love him more than myself. Now, I respect where I have been and where I am going. Now, I know what I deserve and need in my life. And I sat there in utter disbelief that I could be making such an observation. Had it suddenly clicked?

Again, no matter how much I had loved him, I finally realized that I loved myself more. And in the technological age that we live, I sent him a text message saying just this and pressed send before I could falter.

thank you, all four of you, for helping me start off my day with sharing from your life.
isabella mori
counselling in vancouver

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