Today we’re gonna talk about when we think things are really bad and our recovery things are actually coming together yesterday well over this past year a couple of years should I say I’ve been dealing with certain family issues certain things that would probably make someone just a hateful person I hateful human being all around. I walked away from what could have hurt me anymore, which is my family. I had to realize that they were actually causing me more harm than they were covered giving me good I had to realize they weren’t there to help me or Praise 
me or or anything else for that matter as family I saw how hateful how resentful how evil your own blood could actually be toward a person I had to learn how to walk away from what I truly loved and adored, which was my own blood, I survived their attack on my life, and I managed to come and count many years of sobriety in the middle of my storm Some of my family have been trying to reach out to me to show me that they love me and then there’s others who I loved who turned against me and did everything in their power to break me mentally physically and emotionally. I had to realize that when it came to them, I was the only one that held the respect and the love and honor because when it came to family, I would fight you to the death. My family showed me that I was alone in my battle. They showed me that there was no love, no respect and no honor among blood honor or thieves. I sit back and I watched and I listened to everything that they say to destroy me they tormented me on levels that were just unbelievable and yet this Saturday I’m walking up on four years of recovery celebrated by family. Who’s really my family I used to always think and say blood don’t make you family and I heard to learn that the hard way cause some of my family showed me that they weren’t my family. They weren’t even my friends and for that matter, I had to stand on my own and handle my own problems with my own children, and with my own little small family, which was me and my children and my grandchildren now they never even took the chance to learn my children or know my children so how could they say something about my children? They never took the time to really know me, but they took the time to know me enough to torment me. They wanted to hurt me on a level that would’ve thrown me into a psych psychiatric unit for the rest of my life. They wanted to hurt me on a level that I couldn’t come back from maybe even death from the torment of the level of torment that they did to me I want food with that family anymore regardless of what comes my way, but I stay in today four years of sobriety strong, and I am loving every day that God has given me to start over to be better and ado me thank you for the ones who loved me for the ones who walked with me and the ones who stuck by my side throughout every day of my recovery. I love you guys and it’s more story to come now it’s only happy days you’ll get no more sad stories for me. No more wish they could or would have loved me because I’m walking away from all of it today. This Saturday is a due over for life for me and God has shown me where he wants to place me and that’s why I tend to be so if you’re fighting a journey or you’re fighting something in recovery just know that is no bigger than a fly flying around in your ear because God has the last say you’re his child and you always will be regardless of what kind of spirituality you decide to walk in. I wish you all the best and I love you all.
