As I sit here in my solitude, I remember parts of my life and the memories flow like the current on a calm sea. Now this is surly a gift because I can remember when there would be angry, nothing but angry thoughts and they played on and on over and over again like they were hooked on a loop. This is where my drinking and druging broght me. The hardest thing for me to say is I need help, please help me. Wgen I surrended and part of that was asking for help. It was like dropping a bag of brinks. Now, sixteen years later I live a life behond my dreams. I'm not rich, but I have all I need, and more. Nolonger do I live in my head angry. Humility, what a gift, reward, sobriety
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