Through clean living and the works of P.G. Wodehouse, I have come to realize, there are several ways to tell a story from the same point of view. The words you choose to tell a story say as much as the story itself. I could easily delve into the dark recesses of the hells of addiction, the terrifying and abysmal depths I have seen through these very eyes. Instead I recently decided I can call to people’s attention the same frightful imagery of these depths, through the joys of recovery. I can tell the tale of Hades turned Eden, avoiding the downtrodden and blistering life I lived, and tell a tale of hope and happiness.
The scattering of stratus clouds, the sunlight streaming through, warms the ground I walk. Not the chill and the frost that covers the grass and the night which had surrounded me as black as the pit from pole to pole. Rather the melting of the frost into brilliant prisms strewn across the land.
I am on a roll and this ship is never coming to port again, nothing but azure seas and cotton wool clouds for me and my future. No more dark dreary port towns and sunken abashed eyes.
Sorry if I have become nothing but a never ending stream of sentimentality. I like the new me and after all is said and done you do not have to read it, though I feel compelled to continue writing it. I will try not to fill the board with soppy mushy crap but I feel great and hope everyone else finds the true happiness I have discovered or rather their own version.
The scattering of stratus clouds, the sunlight streaming through, warms the ground I walk. Not the chill and the frost that covers the grass and the night which had surrounded me as black as the pit from pole to pole. Rather the melting of the frost into brilliant prisms strewn across the land.
I am on a roll and this ship is never coming to port again, nothing but azure seas and cotton wool clouds for me and my future. No more dark dreary port towns and sunken abashed eyes.
Sorry if I have become nothing but a never ending stream of sentimentality. I like the new me and after all is said and done you do not have to read it, though I feel compelled to continue writing it. I will try not to fill the board with soppy mushy crap but I feel great and hope everyone else finds the true happiness I have discovered or rather their own version.
