“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
― John Lennon

6/7/24

My friends are alcoholics.

It doesn’t define them.

However, meeting after meeting

They raise their hand,

Hi my name is…

And I’m an alcoholic. 

They are strong

They are fearless

They are brave

Badass women

Who continue to inspire me.

They aren’t perfect. 

But they are perfect for me. 

They may not have the answers,

To the questions I may have. 

But they have friends who do. 

The story is the same,

But different words are used. 

All different ages. 

Different personalities. 

It’s never a factor. 

No judgement or jealousy

There’s been days they relate more to me

Than I even relate to myself.

The friends who make the call

Because they saw the words

You tried to hide.

In the cryptic text you sent. 

Because the thought of drink caught you. 

Off guard. Blindsided. 

Processing emotions.

Coping with the bad

Learning I do deserve the good.

Loving me on days

I can’t find anything in me to love myself.

Thinking the way I think.

Grateful for the light the ycontinue to shine

On the dark path I follow behind them.

I watch and I learn.

Move with intention

Because my life now has purpose.

Because of them I know the feeling.

To finally know what it like to call someone my friend. 

I could never begin to  repay them

For even an ounce of what they’ve given me

They wouldn’t take it anyways.

The power of just talking to another alcoholic can get you through so of the darkest days in sobriety. It’s easy to fight battles when you aren’t fighting them alone.  It’s hard to trust anyone. Like many alcoholics this is common. Thought I could do it on my own.  Being mentally alone for far longer than anyone should. I just had to trust one person. Hope on everything they didn’t let me down. I never thought that one friendship would become what it is today. Blessed and it is a privilege to call you my friend. That one friendship has led to many different types of characters. Friends. Each differently impacting my life is their own special way. 

For that I’m eternally grateful.