My roommate spent the weekend with her 20-year old daughter. I was home alone with my non-neurotic self
for the first time in 4 years. It was
quiet and pleasant for almost two days.
By non-neurotic self, I mean having serenity with being concerned about
others that were MIA from recovery or being stuck in the insane negative
thinking of not-using active addiction.
There was no peace in that.
I am grateful for quiet serene solitude, that my roommate was gone,
that she had a good time and that she made it back.
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