Sober daughter and grandson came over Saturday evening and did not leave until 9:00 last night. Oh I had so much fun with them! My neighbors came over last night and we grilled hamburgers and my daughter and I took turns playing guitar while everyone clapped...ahhh....good times. Theo is completely wiped out and I had to wake him for dinner. That NEVER happens.
I'm only working 3 days this week so I can spend some more time with my grandson before he returns to Fort Worth.
I went to Galveston Saturday morning for an "Area" meeting in my fellowship. Lord have mercy, 40 addicts in a room is way too crazy for me right now. Unfortunately, there are times when sober addicts are not much different than using ones.
A girl in my home group hung herself this week. She left a 3 year old. She could not stop using pills. She was the epitome of powerlessness. She had 5 months clean one time and I remember how happy she was but her brain never changed. She remained living with the same brain that told her 5 months earlier that it was OK to take 30 pills with her morning coffee. When that kind of brain says it's time to use again, then it's time to use again. We've built an entire movement around the "idea" that an addict is powerless over drugs unless they have a psychic change and then we become confused when the powerless person doesn't manifest some sort of power over their addiction. It's heart breaking in more ways than one.
Today I will remain vigilant to maintain my spiritual connection with God so that my own addict brain does not become powerless once again.