Step Nine Promises Happen
I
feel sad. Tired. A bit overwhelmed. Old at 82. I cry often. At night, going to
bed. When I wake up in the morning. Some in broad daylight.
Stressed.
Wife has a new ankle. Recovering better than me with my new knees. Something
tells me not to compare.
Sad
that so many friends are dying, and knowing we are in our overtime. Favorite
brother-in-law just died after brief bout with pancreatic cancer. His wife/my
sister hasn't communicated with me for years, at her request.
I
just set my twin some boundaries around politics, religion and some other
triggers for me. And I'm turning our relationship or lack of over to God. (And
my inner critic is scolding me for awkward wording).
I
could go on and on and on, but... (Just took a three-hour nap). And lost my
train of thought – normal for this eldering man.
Wife
just told me a 50-year-old family friend now has pancreatic cancer. Damn. Bad
things happen to good people. Thank God I have CoDA. I pray. Call my sponsor.
Share good and bad. Call some CoDA program friends.
Step
Nine promises happen. Wife is healing. I'm still healing. Grieving. Grateful
for God's plan. Part of my CoDA recovery is sharing my story. It keeps getting
better and better. So, I keep coming back. It works when I work it. And I am
worth it.
Dan
D. 9/5/2023
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