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  • A Prayer On My 30th Day Sober

    By, Fran B. Great Spirit, make my eyes clearer each dayRight my visionHeal my broken heartHelp me to know that tears won’t kill me, but smoke and alcohol willHelp me to learn to love myselfHelp me find hope and a new way of lifeGive me a purpose—a reason to go on that runs deeperA through…

    A Prayer On My 30th Day Sober
  • Hiding Behind My Mask

    By, Cassie C. Why me?Why am I the one, who has to hide their true self behind this mask?To be accepted?This world is socruel, so cold, sonarrowminded.I know I have a past.They tell me not to hide my true self.So why am I being forced to hide behind this mask?To be accepted.To be wanted.To be…

    Hiding Behind My Mask
  • Healing My Inner Child Through Self Love

    By, Fiona M. As I have come into Steps 10 and 11, with a solid daily meditation practice and my Step 3 prayer, and my Step 5 and 7 prayer (which changes every day), I think that I have found the root of my problem. The thing which I suffered from the most in active…

    Healing My Inner Child Through Self Love
  • Good Morning

    Written by, Michael M. Good Morning!I don’t know what the day will bring…I have no idea how today will end up…I don’t know about tomorrow either.I’m not even sure that I am getting the past correct.But I know that as long as I don’t use, don’t pick up –That I’m so much better off than…

    Good Morning
  • A Year’s Journey

    Written by, John C. Despondent, angryHope waning“No one will care,” I lie to myself I reach out, mind already made up“Don’t do it! I love you bro,”Doesn’t matter; I don’t feel it for myself I partake, hoping to forgetOnly to rememberHow awful the fog can truly be After a short time, I come backA little…

    A Year’s Journey
  • Transformation

    Written By, Daniele S. My heart is beating forcefullyMy armpits are dampMy hands are twisting in my lapMy lips are tremblingMy nose is cloggedTears keep seeping from my eyes What am I doing here in this place,Sitting around an oval table with strangersListening to them talk?I’m mute. I’m frozen. I’m processing an influx of emotionFear.…