Saturday June 17, 2017
I arrived to work at the shop and was told to leave.
Monday June 19, 2017
I arrived to work…. and was “terminated”.
Tuesday June 20, 2017
I left it all behind me.
For however long the Lord sees fit to give me life.
I’m finally ready to own up to it. To write about it.
That case of wine in just 4 days….my first binge.
And my last.
It will be my last only if I can change my constitution. From what the Big Book describes as being “constitutionally incapable” of being honest with myself to one of raw and brutal, face to face look in the mirror truth-seeking.
And God’s grace. Although I must be runnin’ low in that account.
The following is an excerpt from one of my earlier posts…one that has almost ended up in the trash countless times because of the denial embedded within it. I’m glad I saved it- so I can contemplate my own BS as difficult as it is to read through.
“I’ve been reflecting on why it was that my drinking was much worse before I first became sober… when I started drinking again, after nine years sobriety, there was not the progression I had so often heard of in A.A . Even though my tolerance did remain high, I didn’t drink anywhere near to the extent that I had in the past.”
The progression has arrived and it’s apparently made up for lost time. One of my many “yets” has become my reality.
I really couldn’t believe the total and absolute loss of control.
I do now.
It’s over. I surrender.
It takes what it takes….and then some.