That beer would be calling me
no matter how strong of an
imaginary wall I put up between
it an me.
I could be sitting in another
room and suddenly the beer
would be whispering in my
brain...."No one will no. Come
and get me. Just a sip. You r
in a good place so lets celebrate
with one and no more. You
could be angry or pizzed at
someone and that hought is
eating away at you. Go to
the fridge, get the beer and
drown out that annoying,
aggrivating angry feeling u
r having. Man Im thirsty
and boy would a cold one
taste good about now, esp.
since I have some sober
time behind me. One wont
make a difference."
I dont care where I am
in recovery, how much
time sober or clean one
has, feeling good, bad,
whatever.....if alcohol
is a close as the refrig
the thought of it in there
is dangerous to me.
Too much temptation.
Even with 20 yrs sober and
I know one drink would kill
me, I wouldnt take that chance
of having poison anywheres
around or near me.
Alcohol is too cunning, baffling
and powerful for this little lady.
And that's the way it works for me.