Geez.
This poor dusty thing was 11 pages down the intro waste bin. I should give it some love once in awhile.
Today, I posted up this number in my July ‘13 group:
2,800
I even typed that comma... I type it in every day. I earned that shit! Lol! Every new HOF number that rolls by gets me to thinking and reflecting and reinforces my deep gratitude for these halls. Without this place at ‘that’ time in April of 2013, I have a pretty good idea of the quality of life I’d be “enjoying”... stuck in an endless rut of lying and denial and fear and shame and ALL the various and similar garbage that this addiction saddles you with.
That’s not life, man.
Addiction over/hyper saturates the entirety of your life’s rhythm. It runs the show.
That’s not freedom, man.
This place...
This place gave me the tools to get strong and...
take back my life and...
do away with the need to lie and...
reverse the denial and...
conquer the fear and...
own the shame...
So that I could be free.
The freedom that exists in being able to face your addiction and tell it to “Fuck off” with complete authority is...
Life.