A note from our Recovering FRiend this afternoon:
Left my light on for about half an hour before going to sleep last night, and, yes, finally said my prayer.
Normally, I pray to God, because he sort of keeps a meta-database of things, while praying to Christ is actually frightening because he has a tendency to answer expeditiously.
God smiled, and Jesus just told me that I had been praying all day and to get some sleep, "you fool".
I woke up pissed off in a good way this morning.
- [Recovering FRiend]
No more self-alteration of antidepressant dosages. Sticking to the Rx until told otherwise.
I have read every word of this very moving thread. It is obvious that our FRiend is dealing with the cyclic emotional and physical strains of addiction recovery. Dark shadows of pain and doubt and surrender will wash over him time and again - I pray for his strength.
I am moved by other FReepers revealing their own addiction battles and especially those who have lost loved ones. Mrs. Lando lost her father to alcohol addiction. The pain, for her, remains fresh and real. I will never forget when she saw him for the first time after his passing. Her soft, barely audible, "Oh Daddy" will always echo in my soul. Her painful loss was magnified immensely because he chose to succumb. My point is this.....
If he is rash, the pain felt by our dear FRiend will manifest itself exponentially within those loved ones he holds most dear. But, if he stays on course, that pain will turn to joy for all.
I sincerely and most humbly pray for our FRiend.
Lando