entirely ready
Mind racing, should I?
Heart pounding, can I?
Stomach churning from yet another night of the same old thing…
I don’t know… I hear over and over through the fog as it tries desperately to lift.
What if someone finds out? This isn’t happening…
“Hello? Alcoholics Anonymous? I think I have a problem.”
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11 comments:
That was a nice trip . . . through the fog . . . now to clear it up. Very well done
well described fights when the fog tries to lift - good decision in the end
yes i do believe it is worth whatever else comes...smiles. nice 55.
That phone call saved my life. The kind person on the other end of the line make it ok for me to cross over and leave my old life behind. You captured it beautifully! Have a great weekend!
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Never made that call but knew exactly where to go. Can't remember how I got there but I do remember being there and staying. ODAT.
This was a very intense story .
Personal and touching!
Excellent 55 My Friend.
Thanks for sharing this part of your life.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
That was a very brave and personal 55!!
Good luck in all your efforts...
Very well written.. it pierced!!!
wonderful 55
Great 55. I wish that so many more would make that call.
I think we have all been there for different reasons. Well done.
Mine’s here.
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