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The 12 Fucking Steps
Step 1: I’m fucked
Step 2: There might be a way out of this fucking mess
Step 3: Decide to level the fuck up
Step 4: Take a good hard look at how fucked up I am
Step 5: Tell someone else about all the fucked up stuff I’ve been through
Step 6: Prepare to stop being such a fuck up
Step 7: Try to stop acting so fucked up
Step 8: Make a list of everyone I fucked over
Step 9: Swallow my fucking pride and tell them I really fucked up, except when doing so would fuck them harder.
Step 10: Keep an eye on my fucked up thinking and behavior
Step 11: Chill the fuck out sometimes
Step 12: Help the next poor fucker that walks through the door
Guess you forgot I don't let people treat me poorly anymore
Today has been 11 months and 7 days sober. There have been days I have felt like I couldn’t breathe or physically move I felt so crippled by cravings. But each day gets a little bit easier and brighter and it’s rarely a struggle anymore. I’m a little chubbier, so much happier, and incredibly strong.
Brag about it. 💪🏻
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Woooooo day 12 clean!!!
May 6, 2020 - A collection of Brené Brown's articles, book excerpts, and the best of the archives from the blog she started in 2007.
I have never loved me sober. I’ve never loved me high but dope has never left and said goodbye. You don’t need to feel fulfilled when you can’t feel. Chasing trails and rails never fails. Oxygen seems easier to breathe when I can’t see. And everyone inevitability leaves. Besides I’d rather be in the in-between. A Man made euphoria has never felt so glorious. A moment in time when my problems don’t have to be mine. Wake up sick fighting for another hit. Is this really it? If you have nothing to lose you have nothing to gain and at the end it’s all one big game. Eyes too blurry to find my veins, stomach to sick to give up on this. Swearing to myself that this is it. I have never loved me sober. But I would give anything for this to be over.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but..