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			<title>When Does It Get Better?</title>
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			<description>Often in the beginning my question was: 
When will it ever get better? 
The begiining for me started way back in like 1987-1989  period. All though I am a retread those experiences that I had still...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Often in the beginning my question was:<br />
When will it ever get better?<br />
The begiining for me started way back in like 1987-1989  period. All though I am a retread those experiences that I had still help me today.<br />
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I was not a happy drunk. I ended up South Florida on a drunk with a trucker at that time. <br />
Took me a few days to understand this time leaving home was real different. <br />
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I never considered myself as such a hopeless alcoholic- addict.Those kind were the kind that slept by railroad tracks and had no idea of their surroundings. A run in with the cops  a sligh delay in finding my friend with a condo who I just had not met yet. But soon we would meet.<br />
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Low and behold three sheets to the wind behind a facility next to rail road tracks in the weeds is where I lived for a few days.<br />
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I had met mt friend and his condo was these weeds.I soon got hungry and tired dehydrated a few hrs before it would become a medical issue.<br />
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My friend got caught steeling some beer and never returned and so I decided to find some kind of clothes. I found my swim trunks dress shirt and cowboy boots.<br />
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I met up with a truck biker guy real big to me not that I was small but him he could just squash me. He says why are you here as I suddenly saw it was all AA ....I said well I might need help learning how to drink normally.<br />
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He said that everyone would love that but that abstinence was the only way that it worked.<br />
I think I was 20 yrs old. The word abstinence was ever put across to me had to do with sex.<br />
I was not real bright shaking ready to heave and this guy wants to talk about abstinence and I was scared. I was scared Id never be okay again. I said  something to the effect That I had no intentions of getting any girl pregnant, he went on to explain abstinence meant not picking up the first drink. I said I thought you taught people how to drink so they didnt cause accidents called cabs etc for them.<br />
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There was a baby shower and he looked at me and said I'll be right back they were trying to get me to eat which I was grateful for I did eat did get sick and went to my first meeting that night. There I was cowboy boots dressshirt and swim trunks. Someone asked about pot during that meeting  and I was like aw man you mean we cant even do a joint every now and then?<br />
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The next words out of my mouth was that and I am an alcoholic I think. By the end of the meeting some big guy got a hold of 4 of us and we vowed we'd stay sober and I think we even felt like we were answering an altar call at church pledging we wanted God to save us.<br />
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So there I was and soon calling a half way house doing 90/90 although think I went to 5 meetings some days  and somedays worked trying to save some money to go in there.<br />
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I stayed sober for several months and soon was back to my home state off and running <br />
one of the first things I did after I proved to my mom and dad I was better was go shopping with mom went to a bar near by drank a half of beer and left the rest stating I could control it.<br />
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It would be the same old games the same running around moving heart breaks and plenty of the same war story as many could tell.<br />
It took me 18- 19 yrs to get 1 yr and since then its gotten better worse and different and real different.<br />
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It only gets better as I am willing to face myself God and other honestly. It has now been over 4.5 yrs and I work a program trying to live it the best I can using the steps sponsor and many friends online offline and family.<br />
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I use alot of these rooms online as well but the only thing that has ever helped the most is getting honest and its continuous.<br />
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I find even the steps help some with some of my physical problems as my sponsor says if nothing changes , nothing changes...I really value alot of people online and spoke to several on the phone. <br />
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When someone reaches out I want to be there too for them. It just gets real different for me.<br />
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Just abit about me and where I come from as far as recovery.</div>

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