Day 3..why Didn't I Just Stick Toothpicks In My Ey

Here is a day three gipe session:

Why didn't I just burn money in my furnace?

Why didn't I just cut out my liver and use it as a speed bag?

Why didn't I just eat three squares of ex-lax-laced meals for a year?

Why didn't I ask a doctor to start an experimental procedure to give me massive deppression and anxiety...you know the type that makes it impossible to get out of bed and makes you weep when you hear "To Sir With Love?"

Why didn't I just pay a couple of people to punch me in every part of my body all day and night?

Why didn't I just use a power drill to dig directly into my joints?

Why didn't I just skip all of those childhood lessons about being honest?



Oh...of course....because being able to catch a good buzz for a few months is much better!
your thoughts are very powerful........

day three.......your doing good.

dont give up.

be positive, you have your life and the oportunity to change your life
for the better, it may not feel good right now, but this season in your life will not last forever and you are going to get better and better as each day passes....

God Bless you.........
mr.
WOW! Couldn't have said it any better myself. Remember this post the next time you go out. There is no worse form of torture than mental and physical withdrawl. Just suffer through. There is light..eventually.
I will send all good thoughts your way. You can do it.
Love,
Jane
Mrjer:

That was an awesome post! I think we all can relate to your words. The good news is, it gets better! Day three is a big deal! Congratulations on your sobriety and welcome to your new life free from the bondage of pills and ultimately, free from the bondage of self. Mrjer, you are doing great.

This is for you, Jer:


Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,

If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love

The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love

Thanks everyone! I am going to try to sleep for a while .
mrjer,

lol, I use to say "why didnt I just hit myself in the head with a hammer"?