Worn Out & Welcomes
Something i’d realized long before i started recovery was that i’d used up all my old friends. My binges had been so taxing, my behavior so exasperating that people i was close to no longer wanted to be close to me.
While those people are less afraid of me now, i still don’t get invited to their parties. While not an outcast, i’m still not accepted.
Of course there are people bound by love to suffer me like a disease, and i bear no animosity against those who turned their backs on me after i stabbed it several times over. i have the life i deserve.
There is a room, however, where i am always welcome. Where people can truly appreciate me because they, too, have escaped the personal apocalypses of their own making. There’s something about sharing hell with someone that forges the strongest bonds.
Posted on October 18, 2011, in Alcoholics Anonymous, Alcoholism, Lessons in Recovery, Recovery and tagged AA, AA fellowship, Alcohol Recovery, Alcoholics Anonymous, alcoholism, Recovery, recovery friendship, What i learned in AA. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.