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i reckon when i made my final steps into the rooms, i had begun the process of humility. as i sat in the rooms, i listened to what others had to say. even as i was full of anger, self-pity, and resentment, i needed to listen and try to utilize what i was hearin to help me open my mind to the ideas and concepts they were tellin. i can remember thinkin how much of what i was hearin wasnt relatable, but there was always somethin that was identifiable. how others had beaten themselves into submission was most def relatable and identifiable. with every meetin i went to, i began to open up even more. as my feet pounded forward with every step, the people around me continued to show me how God had opened their minds and how he was tryin to reach me through them. as the walls of intolerance i had bonded together with mistrust and hate for self and everythin else began to fall brick by brick, my path toward faith began to be built with those bricks. as broken and crumbled as they were, they began to show the color of yellow gold that brought me hope. His love for me was bein reflected by them, and i could feel piece by piece, hope for somethin better build within. today i think back of those days and how each feeble attempt i made brought me one more baby step to where i am today. i may not have been able to see back then to where i am now, but i can surely look back to where i was, and am grateful i am no longer there. ive heard it said in the rooms that the reward of a thing well done is to have done it. my path to faith may not have been like any others, but it was mine, and today im blessed to own it. as my heart is filled with the principles of my new way of life, the spiritual growth that comes from pursuin each day makes my existence worthwhile. today, i want to be as enthusiastic about my recovery as i was back in the days of doin my dirt about my drinkin. i have purpose mannn. i have an answer available and i believe in its path to faith. it is a manuscript for rational spiritual livin. 1 day @ a time...
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