my daily reflections…

in the days of doin my dirt, i clung to a deceptive refrain: “man, i aint hurtin nobody but me.” i carried that belief into the early days of my recovery, convinced it was an honest self-assessment. from my drunken and distorted vantage point, a few arguments with my wife seemed inconsequential, and life felt manageable enough. yet beneath that false sense of control lay a reality i could not yet face: i was failin to fulfill my most fundamental duties as a husband, a father, and a contributin member of society. on some level, i knew the truth. deep within, there was an awareness of my inadequacy, but i drank over it, usin alcohol as both shield and sedative against the weight of responsibility and the pain of self-disappointment. it was only after workin closely with my sponsor, engagin in deep self-examination, and allowin the spiritual principles of recovery to guide me, that the scope of the harm i had caused became painfully clear. the truth was humblin: my actions had not only wounded me but had rippled outward, impactin my family emotionally, our relationships with one another, and even spiritual well-bein of the ones who loved me most. the principle of brotherly love called me to face this reality, not as an exercise in shame, but as a path to restoration. with the help of my HP and the relationships i had cultivated within the fellowship, i found the courage to right my wrongs and to make amends. brotherly love, in this context, was not simply an emotion; it was an active expression of responsibility, empathy, and reconciliation. it meant seein others not through the lens of my needs, but through the truth of their humanity and the harm they had endured. it required humility, patience, and a willingness to allow healin to take its course; trustin that in makin sincere amends, i was not only repairin broken bonds but also transformin the way i lived and loved. 1 day @ a time...