I remember what it was like before I came into recovery. I remember where I came from. The hopelessness, worthlessness the despair. I remember those lonely days and even lonelier nights. The isolation and feelings of being locked in a cycle of insanity. My self made prison of paranoia.
If it had not been for the grace of God. Had I not been spared the degradation and desperation . had it not been for that devine intervention I would have killed myself. I just couldn’t bare to live the way I was living any longer.
I was saved from myself, from my own self destruction. I was given a second chance. I was offered the opportunity to change, the opportunity to start over and to try a new way of doing things. I heard the life saving message of hope and the promise of freedom. Freedom from active addiction.
Yes…
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