After I spent 10 days in the hospital
when running off the road hitting a
concrete culvert back in Feb. 1990,
I was pretty messed up but recovered
nicely in about 3 months taking prescribed
meds for pain and such.
During that time I was recoverying, I
had no desire to drink probably because
the meds had taken its place. However,
once there was no more pain or use
for the meds prescribed, I thought
a drink wouldn't hurt then to only
begin the insanity of cravings once
again.
Even tho I didn't drink for that short
time I was healing, my addiction was
just taking a break, ready, willing, waiting
patiently for that perfect moment to wake
up and take over my life, mind, body, soul.
Then come August 1990, I was right
back where I had left off the day I had
my accident, and wanted to die. To end
the struggle. To end my failures. To
stop the insanity.
Alcohol was too powerful, too cunning,
too baffling to comprehend or make sense
of.
Then family stepped in with an intervention
getting me help I so needed at that time in
my life. I remained in a rehab facility for 28
days learning about my addiction and its affects
on my mind, body and soul.
That was 24 yrs ago as I remain living
a recovery life built on steps and principles
set down for me to live on each day.
All I can think of at this moment is that
alcohol, waits on no one. Its is Cunning,
Baffling and Powerful even to this day for
me. It maybe dorment, asleep, resting,
for just that perfect moment when I become
weak or laxed in my program, mind, body
and soul to relinquish it's fangs, claws, to
shred it way thru my life, leaving nothing
in its path of destruction.
Im not taking nothing for granted today
because as long as alcohol is around it
waits patiently for its next victim showing
no mercy.
Just my thoughts as always.
