I remember the lengths I went to for my next drink—the planning, the excuses, the deceit. My addiction drove me to literally standing in dark corners hiding what I was doing from everyone, even the ones I love the absolute mostest in the entire world. It was a relentless pursuit that brought me nothing but despair. These days, I’m standing poolside near the edge of a different kind of pain. I fight hard every single day, so I don’t come any closer.
In retrospect, my disease of alcoholism taught me an extraordinary amount of stuff, including the lengths I’m capable of going to. I should be willing to go to even greater lengths for my sobriety, my health, and my well-being. I'm learning to change "I can't" in to "how will I."
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