I’ve loved, I’ve lost and I have found…
I originally fell in love with the sober me. But then it came to defining what is selfless and what is selfish. Apparently I need a new dictionary. I’ve tossed and turned, literally with this idea of my sobriety, but once a week tables turn without anyone’s fault but my own and I fall back into a temporary pit. The sad part is that I can call it only temporary and that I have to monitor it because if I don’t I’ll be in debt to my interlock company or to an Uber driver.
I knew it wasn’t going to be my one and only DUI. I not only lied to my family; I looked in the mirror, admitted to my own eyes I wasn’t done and refused to ask for help. The chaos, the corruption, the torture that I have caused others to bear and stand by me while trying to stay “awake”. … has led me to this: my story, my sequel. If you have followed before then you will know what I’m talking about.
I was once finished with the first part of my story. I was moving on and creating a new journey by moving out to Arizona. I had been given some great insight to where that part of my story could wrap up but with out an end. “ There can always be a sequel.” This photographer gave me the confidence to keep going.
Well, I never ‘wrapped’ it up. I never had it officially published. But I will continue.
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