Twelve weeks today. How things have changed…
Twelve weeks ago, I was drunk, strung out on crack and watching someone overdose in my apartment (they survived by the grace of God).
Today, I go to multiple twelve step meetings per day. I have a sponsor, multiple “home groups” and commitments at each one. I bring speakers to my home groups and I have a commitment to bring speakers to a rehabilitation facility to bring a meeting to the patients. I speak at rehabilitation facilities, meetings, I’ve just been asked to speak to psych/detox patients and I’m in the process of being allowed to speak at the county jail.
I bring a newcomer to meetings with me daily and I help other newcomers by inviting them to meetings and checking in on them. But the program is more than just taking the suggestions, it’s a design for living.
My friend is currently brain dead in the hospital. She most likely isn’t going to make it. When I found out, I went to therapy the next day to vent and my therapist cancelled. I was driving home and passing a bar and thought for a moment of drinking. The thought left and then I thought of buying crack with the ten dollars I had in my pocket. Instead, I looked at the clock in my car, saw that in fifteen minutes, a meeting was starting a mile from where I was and I went to the meeting and shared about what I was going through.
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ABOUT. GOD BLESS YOU ALL 