as i grew accustomed to my surroundins in the rooms in my early recovery, i found myself gripped by anxiety about my uncertain future. yet, amidst this fear, i was enveloped by hearty laughter from those around me, sharin their own wild tales of alcoholism. their laughter wasnt meant to mock anyones struggles; rather, it was a celebration of shared experiences and mutual understandin. these individuals radiated happiness, joy, and a sense of freedom that i had longed for. i realized how much i had missed such lighthearted moments. it was, in a way, an irresistible draw. today i get to join in the honesty, joyful acknowledgment, and reflection on the chaos of my own past with alcohol, reignitin a genuine reminder of the life i never want to revisit. 1 day @ a time…
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bjsrer
corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
