Three Decades Of Recovery
From, Days In The Kitchen Sink: Poems & Stories
It takes time to
recover from being
A Drunk.
A Lush.
A Full Blown Alcoholic.
It takes time to
recover from being
The Life Of The Party.
The one who loves
everyone after several drinks.
The woman who prided
herself on out drinking
others under the table.
It takes time to
recover from the embarrassment
of late nights on her knees,
vomiting and hanging
onto a bathroom toilet.
It takes time to
recover from being the one that
would spend her lunch hour, drinking
and return to work drunk.
It takes time to
recover from an endless list
of regrets,
damage to the body and
all of the apologies that
meant nothing to close
friends and family who tried to
help you.
It takes time to
recover from the grip of
addiction.
It takes time to
recover from the monster you
once were.
It takes time to
learn to live without.
It takes time to
heal.
It takes time to
forgive yourself.
Right here with you. ❤️🩹
Sober tribe 🫶
Former drunk here. Been through everything you described, thankfully just recently achieved 10 years sobriety. Still in the process of forgiving myself. Thank you this was wonderful!