I will get back to my Twilight saga tribute on my next post. However I believe I should write about the funk I've been in. Recovery isn't all puppy dogs, rainbows and purring kittens.
When the holidays ended, I sort of fell back into a depressed state, slacking off on meetings because I had to be careful with gas. Plus a back injury that made me crave narcotics wasn't helping. My hours got cut, and I had to put every bit of intestinal fortitude into finishing my step 4 paperwork. My sponsor and I are going over it on Saturday.
I'm not in a halfway house anymore. I have been out of one almost a year and a half now. I'm living at a friend's house. The real world can be frightening when you're in a funk. My mom is ill and frail. I think about her every day. But life on life's terms isn't as bad as it could be, so I'm gonna live in the moment today, and try to get more followers on this blog. Plus I might benefit from helping someone else. My sponsor says I might be ready to sponsor someone after we go over my fearless moral inventory (step 4).
More will be revealed....
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