Evening Meditation:
The final irony is that at first I drank as a way to break the ice until what melted the ice broke me. Alcohol, the tool I had used to connect with others, ultimately separated me from others. It would be through connecting with other sober alcoholics that I would break that chain.What will fix this brokenness? Being human is my glue.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 60)
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