The litetature promises us addicts and alcoholics three futures; jails, institutions, and death. Tonight as I sat with my sponsorship family at our monthly gathering, an impromptu census occurred.
It became apparent that the typical gang rivalry of West side vs. East side was replaced by Hospitalized vs. Jail bound. I myself was jail bound, and C was fondly recalling her memories of her week “vacation” at the local mental institution.
All jokes aside our problems with drugs and alcohol were fulfilling the grave promises of our literature with not one exception. Each of us having experienced run ins with the law or institutions or both.
Maybe your story hasn’t held that kind of bottom? That’s ok too, you can get off the elevator going down any time.
#TYG none of us fulfilled that final prophecy. I pray it stays that way.