Step 3: Giving My Will Over I have created misery and pain, from which I only have myself to blame. Injecting the drugs planted demon seeds to Bud deep inside my brain. This life of Sorrow for every tomorrow is of my own creation, so what I’m about to say took much contemplation. there is one way out to contain … Read More
Addiction by David L_Nov 2018
people frown upon me they don’t know my struggle they haven’t had the pain of rejection or the rush of addrenalin coursing through their vains the feeling of excitement when something is done by your own doings the constant nightmaires waking up drenched in sweat because it felt so real Addiction doesn’t care how long you’ve been hiding she’s there … Read More
Serenity by Karen B_Nov 2018
Thirst grew with each breath Inhaling sand as if air Dry, Hot, Course Burning Burning Burning The unquenchable thirst of desire. Praying for a grain of sand to become a drop of water Drip Drip Deluge. The Thirsty ones held out cupped hands Drank Drank Drank And never had enough. Sand in our bellies, water tumbling down; The pit in … Read More
AA Behind Bars-Self (Cedric P.)_Nov 2018
To: You – What have you done with yourself? Look at yourself, think of the choices you’ve made in your life, and recall now, those bitter moments when you fall to your knees…If only you had the opportunity to choose again. What’s past is past and what’s past is dead. What most often weighs you down and brings you misery … Read More
Labor of Love – Cindy Yurth, Navajo Times_ Nov 2018
Translating the Alcoholics Anonymous bi Naaltsoos Si’ah WINDOW ROCK Quitting alcohol was hard, said Eugene Plummer. But translating the Alcoholics Anonymous “Big Book” into Navajo? That was right up there. Believe it or not, Plummer, who was a pretty serious alcoholic for 30 years, says he quit drinking in one day when he got a job working with young people … Read More
“Keep Coming Back” – Kent S_Nov 2018
Morning, late morning. Where was I? Where have I been? What have I been doing? Oh happy day. I still have my wallet with the credit cards and my driver’s license. How did this happen again? Ten years of “how did this happen.” “It happened” because I am an alcoholic trying to manage his disease. After all, isn’t that what … Read More
In Memory of Mike O_Oct2018
Michael Eric Ohlson was born in Salt Lake City on Dec 29, 1943 to Eric Alfred Lorenzo Ohlson and Bessie Marie Rodberg. He was the older brother to two sisters. Mike left this world on Aug 31, 2018 on his own timetable. He spent 3 days on life support before briefly awaking to give kisses, hugs, and say, “I love … Read More