Here I am Again!

I have completely left this blog behind in my recovery journey.  I am not sure why, I think it is very possible that my poor self-image and “Good things don’t happen to me,” attitude, is shining through.

There is Good News…I am sober, still sober, since June 20, 2013.

It has been so long since I wrote in this blog I actually forgot how to log in.  Here are some bullet points on what has happened since my last post- September 14, 2014.

  1. My Dad did die – on November 2, 2014. (That’s a year ago today.)
  2. My Stepmother “Broom Linda” and I didn’t kill one another either.
  3. I didn’t drink, I  hardly thought about it, even tho I was around most of the reasons that created the feelings inside me that I poured alcohol over in the first place.

Yesterday, I got a text message from a friend that asked me to speak at a Speaker Meeting.  I didn’t want to, honestly. This time last year I was traveling back and forth- to see my Dad and last night was the night I would have been sitting with him holding his hand.  I knew I needed a meeting, but  I just wanted to sit in that meeting (that has been asking for support) and be there.  This man that asked, means a lot to me and there was no way I could say no.

Back to Basics…Again

I didn’t really want to go to this Speaker Meeting and stand at the podium and blubber and not be able to say anything helpful to anyone or myself.  So I pulled up this old friend of mine, my blog.  This blog.  Went back to an old posting around a year of sobriety and started from there.

I created a little speech that I will post in the next post later on today.  I knew I needed something written down to keep myself on track.  I am not particularly fearful of Public Speaking, (almost everything else, but not that.)

Turns out, it was quite cathartic.  My Higher Power knew that it would be, ofcourse I seem to be SHOWN to BELIEVE.  I am not sure what was more helpful the writing down my feelings or being at the head of the room telling people how I was getting through some of the hardest times of my life WITHOUT drinking and WITH the program.


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