my daily reflections…

the final days of doin my dirt are etched in my memory, marked by an overwhelmin sense of desperation. as i descended deeper into the suffocatin abyss of loneliness that characterized my last year of alcohol use, i vividly recall bein constantly besieged by feelins of hopelessness that tainted every wakin moment. the term "desperation" hardly captures the weight of those emotions; they were utterly crushin. however, as i entered the rooms and observed the transformative journeys of others, a flicker of hope ignited within me, suggestin that i too could experience such change. reflectin on those tumultuous final days of doin my dirt and the initial stages of my recovery, i recognize the guidin hand of a HP throughout my struggles. today, i cherish a relationship with somethin far greater than the cheap dime store whiskey that once dominated my life. this connection, rooted in a God of my understandin, supports me through each challengin day. the program of recovery i have embraced has provided me with a framework for livin that replaces the negative feelins of desperation, loneliness, and hopelessness that once consumed me. today i get to be filled with hopes for a design for livin that works in rough goin; hope that i can navigate any obstacles that come my way and that tomorrow holds the promise of bein even better than today, just as today has surpassed yesterday. 1 day @ a time...