Friends of Bill W.

[Bad_boi]

3 years, 11 months. Wow, it has been a long time.

Congrats on your achievement and on reaching another day clean

[KCBUTCH]

I was in class today its about 4 weeks into the semester and we all pretty much sit in the same place so its not as if we aren't getting to know each other a bit, yet today it just so happened that my classmate notice my AA Medallion on my key chain hanging from my belt loop and asks how much time I had-I said 8yrs 10 months
turns out she has 5 years
looks like we are really everywhere

[KCBUTCH]

I just was told by my sponsor that my a FTM brother and friend was found dead in his apt on monday-
I recall I had relapsed 9 yrs ago and when I came back this friend Luc gave me a bracelete that said surrender on it- I hug it from my rearview mirror for all this time- it just broke about 2 weeks ago
I just saw him take a cake last week - so sad

[KCBUTCH]

I am saddened by the news of my FTM brother and friend of Bills died and the body wasn't found for days
But really breaks my heart was this was someone I admired and I just saw take a cake unfortunately I found out tonight it was a dirty cake and he died from what appears to be a heart attack from abusing his pain meds which apparently he had been doing fro some time- he took the cake last week.
It breaks my heart to think after all those years he he didn't die honorably or clean

[Bootsandheels]

Hi everyone, because of God and the amazing program of AA I just celebrated 12 years of sobriety on March 5th. I'm so grateful! I'm sorry KC for your loss! I had an ex 3 years ago who had 9 yrs sober and she abused her pain meds and went back out and is still out there as far as I know. Seeing her drunk for the very first time and go back out and stay out was excruciating. I'm so grateful I didn't drink and worked my program HARD when that happened. When I read your story earlier, I started praying and I will continue. Big sober hugs and love to all, Boots

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 16


Bad Acting

Because there never seems to be enough love in the world to fill the wound, my wounded self riots. At times the debauchery seems good natured enough, flamboyant yet without harm, at other times the disturbance is apparently violent and the issuing tumult a crime. All for want of wholeness and sanity I pursue shattered fractured activity just to keep from dwelling where I cannot live, where there is no air. I want land beneath my feet and full, full lungs; on my own I find neither of these and little else of use. Isolation even in a crowd is the tell tale sign that I am in the, me, myself and I mode of drowning in a teacup and require rescue. Little more than raising my hand above the surface and asking for help is needed though this is a Herculean effort as we all know. Rowing up stream is a bigger battle then it ever looks and I know the river runs through me.



Turn, turn, turn then rest


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UNNECESSARY WORDS

I've spent years trying to put names on the streets in my 12 th step map post.
Clear signs with monikers easy to remember, themed and progressive
But I have been wasting my time, the map is there, no doubt.

I have seen people follow it to varying degrees.
The names are unnecessary, like ants, we trail each others scent.
We track so closely as not to loose visual contact, we don't play with our survival.

Or we are bees standing in front of the meeting
Doing the dance, which describes the path to sobriety
With meaningful jokes, and well earned tears.

As I stand at the foot of a few twenty-fours
And see the evolution of my recovery
I realize the names in the placards are ever-changing.

Meaning and value pour through the kaleidoscope of time
And come out as indescribable gifts, Which I can only give through action.
I will no longer fritter away my time looking for tags and titles