Self pity, Personal misery.
I love looking back though the kaleidoscope of my past. Many memories were documented which would have long been forgotten by present feelings of bliss. When I read my thoughts and relive some of the feelings of my past it is humbling. It reminds me of how far I have come. It also fills me with compassion for all the people still traveling down this dark and frightening trail of their journey.
This old poem also reminds me of how difficult recovery was in the beginning. I can see why we feel so alone during this transition. That loneliness I believe is a cause of many relapses. Bottom line is we can't stop trying. We can't give up. No matter what.
The BA2L is real,
Be addicted to Life.