my daily reflections…

walkin into the rooms, i realized i had run out of options in my early recovery. i felt that if i kept goin down the path of doin my dirt, i might unintentionally kill someone or even myself with my words and actions. bein in a halfway house, attendin meetins, and hearin others share their E.S.H. pushed me to make some tough choices. i knew i had to start makin decisions that werent just about me anymore. i needed to change, and i began to do so, even as i felt parts of my old self slippin away. it was a do-or-die situation, much like the last days of doin my dirt. the more i learned to rely on my HP, the more i found true independence. today, i continue to turn it over when i can and get to live by the spiritual principles that guide my journey. 1 day @ a time…