Pledge is putting the spotlight on many blind spots in my previous attempts to remain free of the addictive substance that was destroying me. I have hurdles to climb to get where I would like to be. The first barrier to overcome to getting my head out of my ass and to take action towards what I want in my life rather than being satisfied with knowing what I don’t want. That is making for a disruption in being cozy with just not drinking. So my week has been full resistance of this knowing. Like a fucking tube of toothpaste, once it’s out, it can’t be put back. And knowing is the same.
-R.W.-
Self Love. In full disclosure, those two words were never, ever, ever in or connected to the same sentence. SelfLove? Interesting concept that I never could quite grasp over the years. Self love has been a returning life lesson since, more than likely, before I learned to talk. My enlightened mentor, with Truth and Clarity in his eyes, once told me “You are here to learn the lesson of Love, Dear Heart”. Here I was, 28 years old, new to recovery, one year sober, feeling painfully & emotionally gutted, and carrying an army of shame. I now know beyond knowing, that the root cause of my return (sss) to the ring with booze WAS due to my overlooking the warm embrace that comes when Self Love lives and breaths in the same sentence. I am learning to love those versions of me that did not grasp the lesson over the years. -R.W.-
"Move forward. Good things are up ahead."
HOLA SOBER | MADRID
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