my daily reflections…

in the days of doin my dirt, even in the company of others with a common aim, unity was always fleetin. when the supply ended, so did the loyalty; companionship dissolved into isolation. that false fellowship has left many of my old companions gone too soon, often alone and without peace. today, livin this thing we do, i get to encounter a deeper and truer unity, one not founded upon mutual exploitation, but upon shared purpose. Justice demands that i not only make amends for the harm i caused, but also live faithfully within a community that embodies restoration and hope. step nine brings me into a fellowship where unity is sustained, not by desperation, but by grace. in this body, my HP grants me the privilege of livin as one among many, bound together by the pursuit of sobriety and spiritual renewal. 1 day @ a time...