Every bit of success I have had in this short time has come in steps that also came with equal measures of challenges. First I landed a job, I had to walk home. Second I got a bicycle, it had no gears and no brakes. Third I bought a new bicycle, it wasn't very good and wore out fast. Fourth, I was given an e bike, the battery was not good. Fifth, I got a closer job. (the start of gaining momentum and spiraling upward) sixth, I got a brand new e bike, but winter was here. Seventh, I got my truck, but the payments were too much. Eighth, I got a better job, but the miles are adding up. This is just to show that when God hands you something, most times there will be a challenge along with it, just to see if you can handle more or not. He cannot hand you something you are not yet prepared for, so I recommend doing the inner work and the outer work needed with what you have at whatever stage you might be. And the blessings will come when you are ready to receive them.

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The first time I realized I needed help for my addiction was when my dad was in the hospital being treated for cancer. This was two years after my mother passed from the same thing. I had been spiraling down for probably six months in the time I was told he was sick. The day came where I was called to watch him in the hospital overnight. The women who called me there was like a sister to me, although we weren't related. I quickly panicked because I knew I would have to bring alcohol in with me to avoid DTs that night but I also knew that the hospital wouldn't be so kind if it was discovered. So I did it anyway. I had to. When I arrived, my dad's brother and she was there, she took me into the bathroom and proceeded to give me the worst lecture I've ever gotten from another person, I am talking screaming at the top of her lungs, and she was justified. That only served to dispel any of my own justification. I did end up staying the night at the hospital, being as useless as I was. It was the first time I needed to be both present as well as sober, and I failed on both counts. After that night instead of trying to get better, depression took hold. Shortly after, my dad passed. I had a meltdown at his house about a month before he did, I was so angry with everyone. My dad's last words were "I am dying, I love you". I was not invited to the funeral that I remember. I spiraled so hard, I felt that there was no reason to think things could get better, the drinking got worse. These years were the darkest of my life and I didn't know that there was help or a community.

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