Breaking the Cycle of Pain and Loss

This month
is my crossroad moment,
it has finally come.

It's time for me
to take the path that leads
to my own tomorrow.

I'm nervous-excited. 

I'm always this way
when there's a challenge
that needs overcoming...

No other walker of worlds
can walk the way
God had prepared for me
but me.

But no walker
can walk the way
God had prepared for him or her
without the love and the strength
of other walkers on the way.

So to my family and friends,
I thank you now and for always
for your love and support.

You can rest assured
you will also always have mine.

I will, as usual -
make a record of the journey,
and mark a path on the way.

God bless us all.
---<--@


No serenity without suffering, no freedom without choice.

Recovery is like...

Recovery is like a jealous lover.

She holds you close

but not too close.

She puts you to the test

that you may get to know her.

When the abyss of addiction

stares you right in the face

she stares right back at you.

---<--@

There is no dignity in drug abuse.

20101111

Year One

I've been in recovery since 2003 when I first learned about the 12 Steps.

The Steps work if they are worked. This I know for sure.

But the willingness to work the Steps, I have learned, is directly proportional to the pain of its necessity. In this way, relapse is a part of recovery. It drew me into my recovery by the pain of my active addiction.

I've never been to a rehab till now. It was only after countless relapses that I became exhausted enough to check myself into the DDB-EU TRC. And God made a way for me to do so.

That was exactly a year ago now.

I'm happy and thankful to report I've made some progress.

I've a safe space now. And a new family of friends who have found a new way of life without the use of drugs.

Thank You, God, and thank you everyone!


Recovery rocks exceedingly!
---<--@

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.

- Robert Browning Hamilton