“There is something in our self-destructive personalities that cries for failure.”
“Poor me; woe is me; look at me, my life is such a mess! I’ve fallen, and no matter how hard I try, I continue to fail.” Many of us came to Recovery singing this sad refrain.
Life isn’t like that anymore. True, sometimes we still stumble; at times we even fall. Sometimes we feel like we can’t move forward in our lives, no matter how hard we try. But the truth of the matter is that, with the help of other recovering people , we find a hand to pull us up, dust us off, and help us start all over again. That’s the new refrain in our lives today.
No longer do we say, “I’m a failure and I’m going nowhere.” Usually, it’s more like, “Rats! I hit that same bump in the road of life again. Pretty soon I’ll learn to slow down or avoid it entirely.” Until then, we may continue to fall down occasionally, but we’ve learned that there’s always a helping hand to set us on our feet again.
––––=––––Just for today: If I begin to cry failure, I’ll remember there is a way to move forward. I will accept the encouragement and support of recovering people.