Today is another great day. A day in recovery. Wouldn't want it any other way. What a blessing recovery is. A chance to find ourselves, a chance to grow, and oportunity to love. I like being able to love now, and I love myself. I know that I try now to be the best at everything I do, but I'm careful not to boast. I find that the ability to love only comes from God, and the more things that I do that God wants me too, I find that love gets stronger, and stronger. I'have never felt this way in my entire life. For the first couple of weeks I kept waiting for when the bad would come. It hasn't. I've had a few trying moments when I thought, alright, here it comes, but nope. I got threw them still feeling great. All that shit I sat in for years, the deppression, the guilt, the shame of my life no longer haunts me. That's a miracle. Today I'm just taking it easy staying on the computer. Tonight I'm going to a meeting.