I have a confession to make.
I have really blown it this year.
Between school, life, and my own recalcitrant nature, I have completely let my recovery fall by the wayside like a hitch-hiker dissapating in the rearview mirror.
Lack of program + not being a part of something greater than myself has left me bailing water from a cardboard boat in the middle of some giant rapids.
My reaction to life in most cases is panic. And I have found myself hiding from me and my God in an attempt to somehow make it right. Of course this does nothing but worsen the problem.
Life is hidden with rocky shoals and I have done nothing less than chunked my paddle overboard. My knuckles seem to be permanently white.
I have finally recognized this and am taking steps (get it "steps") to rectify where I have gone wrong.
Anyone have a tow-rope?
I know who does.