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Now if that is not written especially for us Alcoholics, I don't know what was.  I always wanted and still do want guarantees.  If my life ended within the next few minutes that would be just fine with me.  I am so ready.  I am so ready to leave this world and go on to the next adventure.  I have not been so happy with the current one.  Alcohol has affected my life since the moment of conception.  It is a miracle that I do not suffer from alcoholic syndrome.  My Mother was an alcoholic and my dad was the town drunk.  To make matters worse,  when they divorced, my Mother and I moved to Houston, Texas.  Then she met and married my stepfather - I can say and actually believed for a long time that he was scrounged up from the depths of hell and set into our lives.  He was also an alcoholic.  And I experienced a living hell during my growing up years.  I swore that I would never drink like "them."  And I did not.
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I drank like ME.  I started at 18 and stopped at 50 as I said in Friday or Saturdays post.  I loved it, I loved the taste.  I loved the power I thought It gave me and I was so proud I was not like "them."  That is so funny now that I have several years of sobriety under my belt.  I don't drink over anything, no way, no how, no time.  Sobriety has brought me a decent life.  I can live through each day as it comes.  I can and have walked through a lot of trials and tragedies during my sobriety.  And thanks to Alcoholics Anonymous I still do.  Now don't get your panties in a knot over the first paragraph.  I have no intention of taking my own life, I believe it is a mortal sin.  Besides I have tried it twice when I was a practicing drunk and I never want to experience the deep disappointment in failing again.  Besides, if I had succeeded, I would not be able to go out of this world a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous.  I know it will happen in God's time and not mine.  I may not like it, but I have to accept it.  Now, it just don't get any better than that.
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Tonight I am grateful for:
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God, my higher power.
My Sobriety.
Mamie, my schnauzer.
My Sponsor.
Not being afraid to express my feelings.
Acceptance.
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Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.  
3 comments:
You drank like you, and I drank like ME! The only guarantee I recall is that when I drank one, I ended up DRUNK, in my favorite place, solitary OBLIVION. (everyone knew me there.)
Steve E.
If you HAD committed suicide, you would not be reading this comment.
I can barely read that first paragraph!
And I wear knotless panties!
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