Right now while I am so scared, and so raw, and so in the mist of spiritual growth, I see how important giving my sobriety everything I have is. It would be so easy to get off course. To forget what gave me my life back in the first place. I'm just trying to remember that feelings aren't fact, and that to shall pass. I'm sick of being scared. I'm sick of being sad. It's like 36 years of suppressed bull. But when I really look at myself honestly, by the Grace of God I think I might be one of the strongest people I know, weird to say when I'm feeling so weak.