Sort.
Your.
Fucking.
Life.
I want you to read Trauma’s intro. Remember him? He was a July ‘13 brother to you like me, Fleas, and Quit.
This shit killed Todd.
You read me?..... killed him.
Yet... he bedded in his integrity and didnÂ’t put himself in the position to offer up excuses. He remained Quit to the end and won over this evil addiction in a fashion most of us will never know.
Excuses are boring.
Yours in particular are so blasé that they’re even more boring.
Drugs/meds/bad place/ mental this-n-that... blah blah blah.
Boring.
In the last 5 years IÂ’ve dealt with the death of family, major illness of a parent, scary financial issues, losing a job, gigantic emergency house repairs, auto accidents, shitty people, asshole bosses, my jaw practically being rebuilt... life sister. Life.
Not. Fucking. Once... did I EVER consider grabbing a can.
Not. Once.
I owned this from the start because if I hadnÂ’t... IÂ’d be dead.
Maybe not yet but this shit wouldÂ’ve killed me to eventually.
Excuses are boring. Stop wrapping yourself in yours.
Sort.
Your.
Fucking.
Life.
IÂ’m not going to welcome you back.
Sorry.
I don’t have it in me to be a “get back on that horse!!” kinda guy.
Now that youÂ’re here...
I think the expectation from you is posting in your new AND old group EVERY day.
Get involved and STAY involved. You stopped posting roll and stepped away from accountability... look what happened.
Posting roll works... do it.
Own it.
No excuses.