Day 302
A single moment of saying 'no' to my addict — nearly a year before this writing, and the first time in more than two years that I had said 'no' — actually translated into hope in a way I never imagined. That single moment was the spark that survived eight more weeks of acting out until I reached the point of no return. Would I fall into the abyss, or walk back toward the green pastures.
That single moment, clutched and pondered, was enough when the choice absolutely, positively, had to be made. Was it my strength? Was it my Higher Power? Was it the last gasping breath of my weakness? It was. A single moment.
–JR
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