Welcome a'board, MIM
Oh...ouch...I still remember my first month...was taught to never forget it either. Heck, girl...at a month, I was still 'drunk' I had so much lightening in me. At a month and a half, I got told by a guy who at that time had 17 years that: at least I was starting to look like I was gonna live, I wasn't a g'zillion shades of green and grey and yellow and
yik...this guy is a 'biker' dude, to hear him say
yik, and shiver the way he did when he said it...it set me back
...at a month and a half, there was a little flicker of an awakening at just
how bad it really was, denial was beginning to be replaced by reality. Didn't know if I liked it or not...but I sure didn't want to go back there, and that's all I knew for sure...at least I knew this much, my name was Anne, and I was an alcoholic (still am
)...that in itself was a relief for me. These 'bloaks' told me and assured me that I could just be me...even if I didn't know who that was yet...they'd help me figure that out. I didn't have to worry about offending anybody, saying anything I shouldn't...I could let my hair down and just
be. There were 2 words that deflated my balloon as though it'd been stuck by a pin that one guy said to me, those 2 words were: It's okay. Man...the sincerety he said that with, and the depth...a little tap of emotions was opened, just a little. Then he said: welcome to recovery. You stick around, keep your mind and your ears open...you just might make it.
Just passin' on what was passed to me.
One day at a time, kid,
Peace,
Anne
