my daily reflections…

i would not characterize my demeanor as confrontational; however, i can assert that i felt as though my entire existence was under siege. it required considerable time spent in the rooms and numerous discussions with my sponsor for me to truly comprehend the extent to which alcohol had incapacitated me. my thoughts were in constant turmoil as i struggled to accept the reality of my alcoholism. the realization unfolded gradually, like assemblin a complex puzzle. alcohol had been a reliable companion for a long time, but its absence left me in disarray, overshadowed by its former presence. i was determined not to become the irritable sober drunkard in the rooms, nor did i wish to endure the esoteric loneliness that accompanied my situation. livin a life devoid of hope was no longer acceptable. it was imperative for me to explore the possibilities ahead. if faith or a belief in a HP had offered renewed hope to others, i found myself questionin why it could not extend the same grace to me. 1 day @ a time…