|On Our Snowy Walk|
I am one of many.
Many people who came before me, are with me now, and will come after me.
Being one of many is a beautiful feeling for me.
It means I have support for just about anything if I only reach out and ask for help.
It means I can go back in the past and read words of people who have been through some of the same challenges I have had, and learn how they coped with things.
It means I can go to a recovery meeting and listen to people who are struggling with addiction and life, and learn how they are living.
It means I can leave a written word, or tell someone younger than I am, how I am learning to live with life’s difficulties, or how I live joy.
Being one of many, means I don’t have to carry the world on my shoulders anymore. It means there are helpers along the way.
I just have to ask, read, or listen.
Today at my meeting, I once again realized how hard it is to deal with not only addiction, but then life after that. But I was just one of many at that meeting. There was a power in my small group discussion that made me stronger for just having gone, listened and shared.
There are human themes that are shared by all of us; love, loss, envy, gratitude, jealousy, and so on.
I am unique and yet not unique. My human emotions, thoughts and feelings are like humans everywhere.
I can let go of trying to be perfect, of trying to be something I am not.
Today at my meeting, there were stories of pain, and stories of learning to be an adult now that we are sober. My story was not any different than others’ stories, when you look at the big theme.
There were also stories of the joys of being sober, and being able to cope with life. I am not alone, even though there are times I feel like it. I also know, I am one of many who feel connected sometimes, and yet feel terribly alone the next.
Today, I wish anyone who is reading this, to understand you are part of something vast. Past, present and future, you are one of many. Your voice matters. Together with all of the other voices we can help more people beat addictions, and help each other to love life, even with all its problems.
With Words of Hellen Keller, my Grandma, and You,
On Day 1266,