One day I woke up and found myself unemployed, homeless, alienated from my family and friends; with a self-constructed wall between myself and the rest of humanity and between myself and my Higher Power.
Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Most all of us can relate to this situation to some degree.
Unfortunately, I am experiencing this after 13+ years of continuous sobriety - and not for the first time. Several times over the span of my recovery I've put myself in a similar position. Perhaps not as seriously as I have now, but I've lost everything (read, thrown everything away) more than a few times in the last 13+ years.
I have no one to blame but myself. Asking for help is the hardest thing for me to do. I'd rather save face than save my ass. That's the recurring problem.
Anyway, as I sit here in the park on this beautiful Thursday morning, mooching off a nearby coffee shop's wireless internet, I'm grateful to have my health, and be willing enough to share, if not with those in recovery nearby who know me, then with you good folks at Sober Recovery Forums, which I just discovered yesterday.
Pray for me to get my head out of my ass, would you?
Thanks in advance!
