“I didn’t come here to say my soul. I came here to save my ass. It wasn’t till much later that I learned they were connected.”
I can’t say I came here to save my ass. I cant say I came here to save my soul. Its more my sanity I miss where there is now a big hole. The above phrase was the first thing I read tonight before a meeting. Even attending meetings I still struggle. I hate asking for help and who knows what kind of help I will find. There are ones who turn me off to the point of wanting to explode acting as if I came to them for help whe. They chased me down before I could get out the door. Then there are ones who let me linger till I am comfortable enough to share. Out of all the meetings I have been to there is still only one I will talk at. So many of them are off putting. Does not matter my beliefs just dont try to cram yours down my throat. Its strange but awesome the group I felt most at home with are all bikers. I am by far the quietest one but they respect that and accept me the way I am.
