my daily reflections…

whose fault was it anyway??? really joel, really??? no matter how i may have affected others, they were to blame fer how they felt, or how they made me feel. not me, and when i just happen to see how i was the one who may have caused the harm/hurt, da whiskey jug was there to take that fear, anger, or self-pity, away from me. how couldve i have possibly been to blame, ya mean i gotta be responsible fer how i felt? besides, ya get what ya get, so ya got what ya got. recovery taught me how it did not matter what others did or said. that they are allowed to live and feel their humanness just as i am. what mattered fer my sake, fer my behavioral, emotional, psychological, and spiritual health, was what i did with what was presented to me. the days of buyin a first class tix on the blame train were over. as ive progressed through my journey in recovery, surrender, self-responsibility, self-acceptance, willingness, and self-tolerance have grown alongside me. 1 day @ a time...