well leme tellya. with two+ solid years of recovery. woring my ass off ta keep The Band of Gypsys away. the other morn, it was Attack of the 50ft' Gypsy's! not one or two, the whole Caravan of um! ouch, wadda day that was. i even got in the Horizontal position, ya know depression, in bed, but was not watching Oprah, and eating Bon-Bon's. i prayed, read, wrote, meditated, listened to some soothing music. Ut- Ugh, nothing worked.. but ya know what did??? a fella from my home group stoped by where i was working that day. he was celebrating One Year that day. as we talked about the Prog, some newbies, his recovery ect. ya know what? yep the Band of Gypsy's flew'de'coupe' lol, they went By, By, they no lik'y that recovery talk. so all ended well that day. was able to stay on that Cloud. yep, one moe day at a time.
moral of da story? when all else fail's, go help another drunk!!! ... good wishes all, ttus, xoxo the Zip
kinda like that name