Last ya'll heard, I was doing well in my struggle. I have since lost a dear friend of my family, Mr. Don Howie. He resided in NC and was an inspiration to me as a "young whippersnapper" (as Killie would call me) due to the fact that he could wiggle his ears. Doesn't seem like much but to a 5 yr old, that was it! He always told me that god wanted him goffy, so he made his ears "flappable".
Needless to say, this was a blow to my whole family. I think though my father took it the hardest besides me.
I knew it wouldn't solve anything but I drank my sorrows away. As soon as the bottle touched my lips, it was so natural. I felt at ease taking swigs.
The next day was hard, for i had been doing soo good at resist the temptation. I called up an old man in my AA, my sponsor Bill and told him what i had done. He told me that while it wasn't ok, i shouldn't beat myself up, as i have a tendency to do.
Prayers for this continued struggle which i fear may never get easier.
Special Shout out to Bill, Who has helped me thru alot.