I had no other choice but to totally disconnect from what may be happening at home. For my own sanity I had to let go and surrender any concerns or control that I may still wish to have there.
It came surprisingly easy for me, for if I weren't sober, that letting go and surrender would have been impossible. I had always been consumed with remaining in control of those small things that addiction aloud me to be in control of, which wasn't much in all actuality.
Perhaps the slow process of giving up this consuming need for control over the past few years had paved the way for me to eventually find my way here, to Alpine Recovery Lodge, my last chance hope to save my life with sobriety.
The old addict in me would never agree to surrender control of my life.
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