my daily reflections…

throughout my recovery ive seen highly intelligent people come into the rooms and never get it. they go onto the bitter end, passin in unmentionable ways. i, myself, have even thought i was so smart that i was too smart to get this thing we do. each time i thought i had outsmarted my alcoholism, BAM! id lose again. it seemed no matter how hard i thought my way out of the next drink, there i was suckin down another whisky jug. how could reliance upon a spiritual form greater than i replace the intelligence i thought i had? damn what a hard-fought battle fer intellectual, psychological, and material self-supremacy. the fight, it damn near killed me. i could NOT think myself sober. i had to surrender, i had to accept, i needed to learn to tolerate, myself. i had to behave and act myself into sobriety, and the latter, into recovery. and i couldnt do it myself, i needed help, i needed help from others, and a Power greater than myself. 1 day @ a time...