My inability to accept the things I have no control over.
Sometimes life is a shitshow, I know. This last year has been the worst ever and yet the best ever because I actually wanted to stay sober through it. I have been in and out of these rooms since 2003 just not being able to deal with family members who so tightly tried to control almost every moment of my life on top of thinking that I could control my drinking too. Filling myself every way possible and not taking recovery seriously. Then I started getting some knowledge after hearing my story at a Meeting and all those pieces fell into place. Especially being a mom I
Thank my HP every day for keeping me sober and having a whisper of willingness in everything I do today. Somedays I cry with gratitude over the fellowship and family I have made and others I am not a patient woman but I know it always works out.