my daily reflections…

when i came into the rooms i could no longer endure the ruined days of doin my dirt had wrought: broken, homeless, and estranged. self-sufficiency had collapsed, and though the twelve steps appeared drastic, the prospect of returnin to the days of doin my dirt was far worse. at first, i leaned on the willpower i knew best, but hatred, anger, and fear could not sustain sobriety. transformation was required. step 9 disclosed Justice as the demand to confront the harm i had inflicted and to seek reconciliation. in this work, i was not abandoned; others extended unconditional love that, though met with suspicion, gradually penetrated my resistance. their example sewed hope and willingness within me, awakenin a spiritual life i had never known. loved into recovery and grounded in acceptance, i found honesty, reconciliation, and a healthier relationship with myself. what was once chaos and resentment has yielded to balance and sanity. as love preserved me, now i am so entrusted to extend that same love to others. 1 day @ a time...