I struggle to believe I made it this far. On my own, I can barely make a week. My life is very different from how it used to be. In some ways, just being in 12 step meetings already solves much of the problem because I’m not alone anymore. For that hour I have some people around me. I don’t have to wear a mask, or impress anyone. My life is not perfect. It is all very mediocre, average and insignificant. Sometimes it’s really a struggle. But on some days I am happy and peaceful. I’m not living my dream life, but I’ve seen some glimmers of it. I’m building a new me. And that guy is 90 days old. So I will adjust my expectations, and give it time.
