Author: seven.7diamonds

I am content because my sobriety continued on for many years. My craving and interest never returned. I keep thinking about the way my drinking life was and the fear of returning to it. This is what made me find diversions to direct my thoughts to focus on better subjects. By using this method my thoughts of my previous life began to fade. I don’t see these images much anymore. I don’t like to think about the bar scene. I spend more time thinking about subjects that make sense. If you use this method it will push out the thoughts of relapse. It worked for me. Is how I stayed sober for 41 years. Sobriety is by far a better diversion than relapse.

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Caught up in a circle of wind that surrounds the addictions world. Movements in rotations the addictions life is an endless spinning cycle. Tiredness and fatigue and slurred speech is the official lingo of the life. The thrill ride is not as fun as we though it was going to be. Thoughts of the present distorted life. Close up bar scenes and confused thoughts. Never an image of a better life. Until we had too much. Dead and numb our thinking process to choose is turned off. We need to jump start our lives to create a better one. The need for serious changes is a definite plus if we want to avoid the future disasters. Finding a life in the calm after the storm is our own personal choice. Sobriety was mine. The whirlwinds of confusion should teach us a lesson by observing other people around us. How to avoid the storm. And not wanting to be like them. Out of the storm and into the serene.

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I’ve taken all my old forgotten dreams out of the closet to put them on. I have found my crumbling crown. Lying where I tossed it. I thought that I had lost it. But here I am,a tramp shining. I’ve gathered all my old forgotten dreams like dusty diamonds. To make a ring. Seated on my threadbare throne. I should have straightened my bent scepter. And pretend I could have kept her. And welcome her home, a tramp shining. A brand new clown

A song by Richard Harris

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For many adapting to a life of sobriety is the worse case scenario. Following morality will teach us how we should behave. When it comes to understanding sobriety many drinkers have completely missed the boat. In some cases two of them. Swimming miles away from the shore before finding the comfort of another. Swim in circles not wanting to find it. Their comfort zone ? With confidence of living a successful life of sobriety ascending. Pursuing common sense is trending. Correcting and adapting to change is mending. Beyond our reach is the new life is wanting. The sober life rewards the signal is sending. The lessons, the old self fading is never ending. Drinkers think of the bar scene and keep attending;I think back to the way it was and I remain sober. All the reasons drinkers use to keep drinking I use the same reasons to not want to.

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A long ride into the thick frigid darkness. Over the hill to the bright lights. Beyond the shadows into the night lights. Colors move like ocean waves. Something in a night about lights I occasionally crave. The beauty of the city is at a distance. We miss the best part of life’s experiences because we stand too close. I stood on top of hills and slept on a few. Looking all around me all I seen was diamonds. That’s the way I see my life now. Always something good in my outlook on life and my point of view. Life is our own scenery the way we see ourselves,wondering what is in the distance. Nowadays I live a better life. The cold night air don’t feel as cold as it used to.

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Years have passed and I keep thinking what a fool I’ve been. I look back into the past and think of way back then. I know that I lost everything I thought that I could win. I guess I should have listened to my friends. Burning Bridges lost forever more.

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The feeling of failure can be the worst of all. The hardest to overcome. For me it was and still is. True for most people. After a relapse we are convinced that the next sobriety will be a failure too. Failure is not easy to admit looking at ourselves in a mirror. Why did I relapse after 2 years being sober? The unknown truth about ourselves. Tell me then we’ll both know is a good answer. Failure can be terrifying to some people. I wanted to stay sober forever. Do everything in my power to avoid the embarrassment of failure. Try focusing on diversions. By doing it this way I don’t think of my drinking days as much as I used to. Most of it has faded from my memory as well as the interest. Sacred is stored inside every human soul. Discover it and be obedient to it. This is how we respect ourselves. Respect yourself. It only comes from within.

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“Sober” is translated from the Greek word that means to be sober,calm and collected,to have good sense,good judgement,wisdom,and level-headed in times of stress. This is the bible meaning of sober. More of a spiritual nature. Sober also reveals a path,and a desired character. 1Peter 5:8 “Be alert and of sober mind” In reference to the coming of the lord. Some people ask me how I stayed sober for 41 years. Lack of interest in drinking, Wanted a meaningful life. My life has meaning now because I became the character I desired to become. Sobriety has been good to me.You could have the same results. Just never give up.

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You know what you said about how a brave man makes a choice and a coward steps aside? I do know that you made a choice. You’re not the kind of a man that steps aside. Not being brave to live a life of sobriety and the constant bravery it requires rather step aside and relapse?

Poets.org/poem/present-crisis

James Russell Lowell

1819- 1891

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Marked with a cowards shame. What do you do when you’re branded? Well,you fight for your name. Wherever you go for the rest of your life you must prove to them all…..You’re a man! Stripped of all his rank, stripped of all his pride, still he holds his head up high. Friends are a thing unknown. What do you do when you’re branded? Well, you go on alone. Wherever you go for the rest of your life you must prove to them all…..You’re a man! Scorned as the one who ran. What do you do when you’re branded, and you know you’re a man. That’s not the way to die…..What do you do when you’re branded? Can you live with a lie? Wherever you go for the rest of your life you must prove… You’re a man!

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