To thine own self be true

[Ostara]

This evening, I went to a meeting in the town I grew up in, feeling immediately at ease with familiar faces, familiar voices. A long time ago, when I went to high school in this town, I remember wandering the halls late one night, I suppose after gymnastics practice or some sort of field trip, and starting to feel panicked as I could not find the exit. The halls that had always seemed so familiar suddenly were dark, foreboding, warning of unknown danger. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm, and I remember not if I was altered or not at that time, but all at once, it felt like a cloud of blue smoke filled my head. I knew, instinctively and without a doubt, that all was well, and that I would be taken care of.
There has only been a handful of times that this has happened to me since, and these past times, I know that I have been clean and sober.
I am grateful, and ever so thankful, for this gift that I have been given: sobriety.

[Hilltopper1972]

Well said Ostara, well said.