Climbing up a mountain, Pulling yourself higher and higher. Out of the pit of misery. Things seem to look brighter. Grass is growing, Birds are singing, And the sun emerges from the clouds. Then you start to slip, To lose your grasp, And down you fall. Not quite to the bottom, Just teetering on a ledge, Could you go over at any moment Have you the strength to climb again? The pain of your cut soul Burns like a fire, The anger, hurt and frustration Come flooding back into your mind. The fight for survival starts again. Overcome the fear, Search for the holds, Rely on the support from before. I know it's going to be difficult, But you did it once, You can do it again. Remember, you're not the only one - Out there are other climbers Fighting their own battles, Searching their own soul And conquering their own mountains.
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Life is short..Live it sober to the fullest...One day at a time...
well.. there it is... yep... that monster hardly ever shuts up... even after all this time. Sometimes I argue with it,,, sometimes I try to ignore it,,, what works best is to get to a meeting,,, pick up the phone,,, post on here,,, but not to stay alone with it, cuz it is very persuasive and perserverant,, cunning, baffling,,, waiting.
I'm glad there were people who helped me in the climb back up,,, who didn't just say 'something wrong with you, and gloat, feeling all superior'.
teetering on the ledge
love in recovery,
amanda
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do your best and God does the rest, a step at a time
