Lightning in a bottle
Turning it all around
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Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Florida
Posts: 330
It's Just a Bottle!
I was cleaning out my medicine cabinet yesterday and found a bottle of Nyquil.
I quickly poured it down the sink and rinsed it out with water. All the while, being careful not to smell the contents. Strange to have such feelings about this little bottle. Strange to find that traces of alcohol cause such frantic emotions. This caught my attention. I stopped and stared into the neck of the bottle and saw memories.
Memories of pain and neglect.
Memories of trial and tribulation.
Memories of loneliness and desperation.
Memories of self destruction and denial.
Memories of lost dreams and opportunities.
Memories of tears and hopelessness.
I drained the water from the bottle, tightened the cap so none of these memories would escape. In the trash it went. At the bottom of that trash can lay all the bad memories of my past. I felt relieved. A heavy weight lifted from my shoulders. I felt free. I grabbed the barely filled trash bag from the can, tied a couple of air-tight knots and took it to the curb. It seemed so symbolic. It seemed so simple. It seemed so right!
I quickly poured it down the sink and rinsed it out with water. All the while, being careful not to smell the contents. Strange to have such feelings about this little bottle. Strange to find that traces of alcohol cause such frantic emotions. This caught my attention. I stopped and stared into the neck of the bottle and saw memories.
Memories of pain and neglect.
Memories of trial and tribulation.
Memories of loneliness and desperation.
Memories of self destruction and denial.
Memories of lost dreams and opportunities.
Memories of tears and hopelessness.
I drained the water from the bottle, tightened the cap so none of these memories would escape. In the trash it went. At the bottom of that trash can lay all the bad memories of my past. I felt relieved. A heavy weight lifted from my shoulders. I felt free. I grabbed the barely filled trash bag from the can, tied a couple of air-tight knots and took it to the curb. It seemed so symbolic. It seemed so simple. It seemed so right!
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Location: Michigan
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So glad you wrote this. I feel the same way. If I see some one buying alcohol in a store I have the same feelings. This is what has helped me stay sober. When I see alcohol I do not see good times I see bad memories and regret. I see it as a blessing.
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