I can be a living example or a dying example of how the program works. (Voices of Recovery, page 16) Sometimes I’m an eagle, others a grackle. Sometimes my life is marvelous, a magnet for others, a delight for me, wondrous […]
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The Gathering
We gather, sick folk, formerly insane, fully professing inability to manage our lives, rejoicing in our disorder. We gather for we are ours, we are one whether strangers or family, whether alike or opposites in others’ eyes. We gather, home, […]
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To come and sit as one in time of change — to rest, embraced at heart, despite large strides down sundry paths — I’m blessed.
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I feel like an idiot, standing here, conversing with a rock. Why I should have come makes no sense, seems pointless, cruel even. Heck, I didn’t come when they planted you here, haven’t been these twenty years since, shouldn’t be […]
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I hate OA. The day you first went through those doors was worse for me than a root canal, than your death would have been. We had such fun together, before, when you’d match me at the buffet, send me back […]
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