my daily reflections…

freedom from anythin wasnt realized while in the depths of doin my dirt. i didnt know i was trapped in an alcoholic mire until i got sober and started workin toward remainin that way. its so fucked how ya dont know ya are in the middle of the shit until ya become free from it. freedom always meant oblivion from feelin any emotion which made me uncomfortable or fearful. i couldnt see how the alcohol i believed my protector and blindly thought it gave me independence, was what actually was keepin me from perceivin, or livin, any kind of true life with freedom. recovery showed me, workin through some of the steps, and gainin a lil clarity of mind, just how i had become so limited in thought and indentured to the servitude of alcoholism. today i get to be free from my alcoholism so i may be free to live life as any other who has never had to suffer the incarceration of alcoholism. to say i, know a new freedom, is a mild way to put such a damnin helotry i once lived. 1 day @ a time...