If I decided to pick up a drink or a drug today, it would be a careless, self-centered decision.
Perhaps if I had to bear the collective disappointment and pain of all of the people who care about me, I would reconsider. Perhaps I would ask for help.
Then again, maybe not.
That is the sinister nature of my disease – burn down the village to exterminate a rat.
There is always help available to me if I ask. There is always God.
God, please help me to be ok today. Thank You. Amen.