today i remain powerless over my alcoholism, yet through the grace of my HP, i am no longer enslaved by the chaos that once defined my existence durin the days of doin my dirt. the illusion of control has been stripped away, revealin that freedom is not the absence of struggle but the willingness to live within it, sober, surrendered, and awake. for me, this thing we do demands continual Perseverance, for complacency invites the slow return of self-will and the quiet erosion of faith. each day, i must reenter the posture of surrender, acknowledgin that the same power that lifted me from despair sustains me now. Perseverance, this thing we dos main taproot, anchors me when emotion and ego conspire to distort truth. it reminds me that growth is not a moment of triumph but a practice of endurance, a spiritual labor that refines humility through repetition. when i suffer today, it is no longer the sufferin of defiance but of transformation. i no longer run from pain; i walk through it with faith, trustin that my HP is shapin me in ways my limited understandin cannot yet discern. through that faith and Perseverance, i find a strength that endures where willpower never could. 1 day @ a time…
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bjsrer
corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
