Wash, Rinse, Repeat? NO! RISE

Updated: Apr 28

It wasn’t until I got sober that I truly realized how being present is something I was not for years. I may have been physically there, but mentally I was replaying tragedies from the past; haunting myself with what ifs and blaming others.  Fantasizing about the future as if life had never taken a nose dive into a steamy pile of horse dung. And chasing all that, no drowning it all in gotcha and half gallons of vodka. Only to awake to the dismal harsh reality of what my life had become. Wash, rinse, repeat.  Like a busted washer stuck on repeat at the run down cleaners; my life was miserable, and it was I, feeding it the quarters. Why you might ask? I wouldn’t let go of the things that were desecrating my, I only fueled it with poor choices, half truths, and again more liquor. Not letting go of the past and processing the u fortunate events that I couldn’t change, blaming others and myself, and not enjoying life’s blessing that had been layed at my feet and placed in my womb. The one thing I would change; not allowing my bruises and brokered spirit affect my daughter resulting in her not with me, in my care today.

1.) The aha moment

2.) Hardwork

3.) Change

4.) Random acts of kindness

5.) Patience, thin or not

6.) Grace

7.) Unconditional love

8.) Elise Corinne was 💗💗

9.) My wife ❤️

10.) My family

“I’ll show you, I’ll hurt me”, is a thing of the past for this woman.  I have my moments where I change out a dollar, and go to shove a weathered quarter into the metal slot, then the voice of reason says, “ENOUGH”.  Whether that voice comes from within, my wife, a friend or my mother. It is enough. And so am I; as are you. Yours truly,


Anna




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