As it turns out I left the recovery program unable to fulfill a consequence, one completely unrelated and illogical, of not being allowed to have contact with my daughter. She is in recovery as well. We both work our own programs. At that I am now sleeping on the floor of a relatives home until I can get enough art together to sell. Keep good thoughts for me. My clean and sober date is still December 26 2006…and I am working my steps. Peace!
Posted by: Kristine | April 6, 2007
Recovery 101
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wow. don’t know u. stumbled onto this blog. u may be real; u may be always delusional….but it sounds like u’re in a fight for your life every day…and you got art coming out of every character you type…may God bless u…..keep pluggin and don’t believe anyone who says it gets easier. it only gets farther away.
By: michael on April 6, 2007
at 4:41 pm
Ok, so now you’re back in the land of Oz, Wonderland, and the Realm of Simulacra… welcome, and S.A.F.E. Journey as all-ways, dear comrade.
As for the comment prior re: Michael, hmmmm? I wonder what he means by “it only gets farther away”?
Oh well, Be well and enjoy the ride… your distant confidante downunder…. Namaste, TC4N
By: Djubba on April 9, 2007
at 4:52 am