In recovery they say that you will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it. It's true. I don't regret it, shit I hardly even remember it...that is of course until I do...there are times my disease screws with me...it whispers....you didn't graduate, you had a baby when you were 20, you live in a apartment, you are not good enough...it tries to bring back the shame I once had...I know that if it succeeds I will drink again, that is not an option.
I remind myself that I am a strong, beautiful, caring, independent women. I take an honest look at what I have done the last four years, and I allow myself to feel a moment of pride. I am a walking miracle. I had people of strong, strong faith wondering how God was going to pull if off....But pull it off he did. I am a walking witness that God can do anything.
I am now stepping down from my soap box.