I went to my first 12-step meeting today.
Not with fear, but with hope.
I didn’t want to turn back.
I wanted to be free.
Free from the poison that’s been whispering my name for too long.
The room was quiet, honest, real.
No masks, no judgment and just people trying to live.
For the first time, I felt a door open inside me.
Maybe this is where the healing begins? Now next meeting on Friday and after that 3 times a week for 12 weeks...
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