A Journey
A Journey
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theo
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blacken,
i hear you well. i am just now starting to understand the patterns of what brought me to knees the last several months. i am beginning to understand the terror of the night and how that terror influenced my constant drinking, even in the face of the devastation the alcoholism was doing. when does it stop? as you said, the emotions are always there, but they do lessen over time. it is from which we came that will forever be a part of who we are, the differrence now though is who we choose to be in light of that from which initially molded our fears.
i hear you well. i am just now starting to understand the patterns of what brought me to knees the last several months. i am beginning to understand the terror of the night and how that terror influenced my constant drinking, even in the face of the devastation the alcoholism was doing. when does it stop? as you said, the emotions are always there, but they do lessen over time. it is from which we came that will forever be a part of who we are, the differrence now though is who we choose to be in light of that from which initially molded our fears.
John DiFonso
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Hey Blacken,
I certainly know how you feel. Today was one of those days for me where your description may has well have been for myself as well. All progress felt missing, and I felt just as bad if not worse than before I began recovery. It did pass, but those times are hell.
My father is dead now too, and although his disgusting physical presense will never walk this Earth again, his words, his verbal armeggedon remains.
It is extremely difficult for me to distance from them. They stuck like glue to a child who did not really know who he was. Today it is an uphill climb, one day at a time. But I am strong enough to face it. So are you, and all of us here. Blacken, if you see me being a victim, remind me that I am a survivor. And good luck.
I certainly know how you feel. Today was one of those days for me where your description may has well have been for myself as well. All progress felt missing, and I felt just as bad if not worse than before I began recovery. It did pass, but those times are hell.
My father is dead now too, and although his disgusting physical presense will never walk this Earth again, his words, his verbal armeggedon remains.
It is extremely difficult for me to distance from them. They stuck like glue to a child who did not really know who he was. Today it is an uphill climb, one day at a time. But I am strong enough to face it. So are you, and all of us here. Blacken, if you see me being a victim, remind me that I am a survivor. And good luck.
I can say I'm a survivor but I dont feel like it. I cry,I'm scared to let women get close to me. Hell Im afraid of them. So when they come around I turn em into a friend so then I can never let them close cause I use the excuse that there just a friend. No I dont feel very strong. Im soo pissed! My sister thought it would be fun to FUCK her little brother then pimp him out. Guess what she has a family Im still all alone. Dam it is not fair. I got done at the therapist and my mind was numb. I almost couldnt figure out how too drive.