One year! I was so busy doing life things that it almost slipped by for me unnoticed. Almost. February 23rd is my younger brother’s b-day, and my nephew’s, too. Both born on the same day and the same year. Pretty incredible, huh? Both now 45 yrs old, I wish! I’m 17 yrs older than both, I’m 62, not gonna make you do the math! lol
Anyway, yeah, one year, for me, without placing a bet. I don’t have the desire to gamble, but I know I must stay diligent. I’m no longer gambling because I’m in a place I call recovery. Many, many times I think about how I use to react to my emotions by gambling, making everything harder than it had to be. If I was hurt I’d escape and hurt myself some more. Mad-self harm. Stressed-self harm. Gambling can be a form of self harming, for me that’s exactly what it ended up being. I’m tired of hurting myself, hey, I’m 62! Hahahaha
one yr one day @a time
I have been trying to get on a good streak of recovery for a while. Years. Done 40 days without shoplifting. I drink too much some weeks too. I might hit 30 units a week.My psychiatrst/Doctor have given me two pieces of advice.One tell my wife Im still shopliftingTwo-give up the boozeI have diasgreed with both pieces for various reasons. If I told my wife -she would lie awake at night. I dont...
Tag, I’m it! My turn to post. I’m so grateful to have recovery in my life. Wow, that sounds kinda preachy, but please don’t take it that way. Yes, it’s spiritual, in that it’s been a self awakening for me. My tired heart opened up one day at a time and is still delighting me today, she always knew I could change if I really wanted to. And I want to. I find myself talking about...