When Self-pity Comes Sneaking Back
We have to remember where we've been and where we are now
I was Raised in a small town, within very sheltered surroundings. Recently, I began looking for an apartment in Los Angeles. After thirty-three months of sobriety, I reverted to my feelings of poor little lost girl-child trying to make it in the big city, scared and full of fears and wondering what in the world I was trying to do.
Sure enough, depression and self-pity took over. I cried. And then I began to really pray, still with doubts that my Higher Power would show me the way and the apartment and just guide me through the day. As I say so often, "God keep me going, keep me... Login to read more
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