Evening Meditation:
I should hope that somehow this sorrow for myself will end. But it has not ended yet. It exists within my current self, my sober self. It is a sorrow and a pity for my younger, drunken self, that self near dead, containing a dormant predator. This predator waits for me to let down my guard. Yet today, self-pity is one of many baits my predator disease lays out, a mouse trap in my recovery maze. Relapse will always be a possibility. There are traps and I must be vigilant. I see my younger, drunken self this world over. I must remain vigilant. from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 50)
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