somethin i will never forget is the loneliness i felt while in the days of doin my dirt. the big book refers to it as, “the loneliness only a few who understand, know”. those days were dark! the feelin of not quite belongin was steeped in loneliness. even alcohol began to allow the loneliness i felt within to increase the bitter morass of self-pity. today, i no longer have to suffer through these times. although i may still feel this way sometimes; i know a way out of it. contact with my HP, and sharin it with friends who truly understand what im feelin, are gifts from my HP which help me get through those tough times. i get to grow in relationships with others. ty lord fer thinkin bout me, im alive ‘n doin fine. 1 day @ a time...
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bjsrer
corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
