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Three Words Adam Bradley
I really had a lot of chances. A lot of times I could of looked in the mirror and said it. I didn’t know how to say, those simple three words. I tried so hard to manage it, to hide it, to forgive, to overlook it. I slowed down, became selective of what, when, where I drank, and even drank more to solve it. It just did not work, Every time I quit for a while, then started again it had doubled in severity, and the problems it caused.
It worsened my feelings of isolation, and the few who came my way quickly turned around. I suppose I had a few good times, but it is hard to remember in the haze my life had become. The solution became the problem, and I became enigmatic, paranoid, depressed, overweight, and disillusioned.
Years went by, and I would eventually quit, denounce the former lifestyle and life would get better. I would see clearer of true dreams in life. In essence life was good, I would still be piecing everything together. It just takes time, to reform your life. You can not deny who you were, or the feelings you had. However you can make it fit into your new healthy life, to learn from it. All you know is you will slowly heal and everyday will get better and brighter if you are sober.
After having such a dark problem I feel I can appreciate the finer things in life. The sunset, the shows, music, books, movies, and kin. It really is like being reborn, and sometimes kind of bizarre. I really thought I was dead, to realize I am still relatively young, able, and part of society floors me. I thought I was denounced by society, and was used to people walking across the street because I looked scary.
After a wrecked car, a wrecked soul, and hearing one too many whispers about what a alcoholic I was between family, friends, and work colleagues. A little determination I used to have, curiosity, and a will that would not die led me to get sober. I did this for a while, and then I got insurance. I started going to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings.
Not to preach to the choir, but I never felt like I belonged to a group more in my life. The first time I went a few people talked to me, which really made me feel human again. They understood exactly what I was saying, and they gave me sound advice. The brotherhood of the group is inspiring, and I was pleased with the diversity of the meetings.
It amazes me that I went from routinely drinking till I passed out, to occasionally drinking too much coffee, and waking up early just so I could catch a meeting. It put me back on schedule, and has led to so many things I could only dream about before.
The most amazing thing was that I after a while, I accepted I was a alcoholic. Without hating myself, or feeling subhuman. Using that as my basis to live a healthy life, and I even gave up smoking cigarettes in my dedication. I remember looking in the mirror in the beginning and saying “I’ a alcoholic”. I would try to say it without any shame, or hesitation. Just those three words, something else came though. I could say another three words to my friends, family, and most importantly myself, “I love you”.
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"Adam, I love your story. This is my first time on this site and yours is the first writing piece I've read and I relate to so much of it. Not everything of course, but some of what you've said hit home. "The few that came my way turned around" is heavy, as were the words.. Paranoid. Depressed. Overweight. Dissillusioned. Oy, werk me noives why don't ya! Cyberdish in Toronto" -- Cyberdish, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
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