Summer is passing and fall slowly approaches setting foliage ablaze and dowsing the leaves with the unfailing autumn rains. Brilliant golden days are replaced with mundane and fading grey. A solemn sadness creeps into life as the season of growth comes to an end. It is a harbinger of the darker days of winter yet
I’ve been feeling particularly blessed this week. Not for any real reason, but I seem to have come to a point, a juncture, where most things are fine. And for me that is fine. But it’s hard to shake the habits of a life time, so I’ve been giving this feeling a little bit of
My sponsor sent me a picture yesterday of someone opening a wine bottle in the hatchback of their SUV at 11 o’clock in the morning. She commented she was glad that was not her anymore. I agreed but said I would’ve at least waited until I got inside the car. Which was kind of dark
The balance of light and dark in me has shifted, but they remain in un-equal measures due to my efforts to eradicate the dark.
The true need is, therefore, to draw those aspects of myself together and search to establish equilibrium.
I’ve been sober almost four and a half years. I don’t call myself alcoholic but for lack of a better word I used the term alcoholic in the title. I could say that I have “Alcohol Use Disorder” or AUD but those labels are both clinical and clumsy. I don’t identify as an addict either.
