Acceptance is one of the key ingredients of recovery.
Acceptance that my addiction is a disease.
Acceptance of the disease itself, and that I can only have dail reprieve, dependent on my daily spiritual connection.
Acceptance of the program and it's totality, because half-measures availed me nothing. If they had said, "Sit on a telephone pole for "X" number of hours a day, seven days a week, twelve months a year, from now to whenever, I would do it' if it was what was necessary to stay clean and sober.
Acceptance of the fact that I needed to work and learn to live the steps.
Acceptance that I needed a sponsor and a support group that I couldn't do this recovery thing alone.
Acceptance for myself and others, has only come over "working" the program, one day at a time, since I came into recovery.
Today, I can still have "fat and ugly days" after twelve years of recovery.
Acceptance that this isn't a "fix me" program but a healing program, which allows me to grow and develp as a person, one day at a time.
Acceptance of the fact that I may falter and make mistakes, yet knowing that if I pick myself up, dust myself off, I can start all over again, one day at a time.
Acceptance that it isn't always a physical relapse, but often a mental, emotional and spiritual one.
Acceptance that without you, there is no me! Yet without me, I have nothing!