The more I drank, the more I fantasized everything.
I imagined getting even for hurts and rejections.
In my mind's eye I played and replayed scenes
in which I was plucked magically from the bar
where I stood nursing a drink and was instantly exalted
to some position of power and prestige.
I lived in a dream world.
AA led me gently from this fantasizing
to embrace reality with open arms.
And I found it beautiful!
For, at last, I was at peace with myself.
And with others. And with God.

Thought to Ponder....

When I struggle, I sink. When I let go, I float.

Recovery Related Acronym

S O B E R = Son Of A Basket, Everything's Real.