michaelg

There are days, such as this morning, when in prayer and meditation, I am consumed with gratitude. Grateful that, today, I am not living in the manufactured misery I once did. That whatever problems I face in life, I am not making them exponentially worse by resorting to drink or drug for escape. Formerly the only coping mechanisms I knew to employ against the grueling minutiae of daily life.

For every good memory in my history of addiction, there are three negative ones. Though the disease would have me believe the reverse. Or that it was all good. That it would be that way again should I choose. So sometimes, it is incredibly useful to purposely review that negative history. The "real" history. Realizing what a fortunate present I truly have. And hold onto it for dear life.

Those who don't know their history are doomed to repeat it.