The Face in the mirror

The miracle of (CELEBRATE) RECOVERY

This morning I woke up and paid NO ATTENTION to the man who looked back at me in the mirror.

I used to hate him
I used to be angry with him
I used to hate being in the same room with him
I used to wish I didn’t have to spend the day with him
I used to be so critical of him
I used to blame him (and others) for my life
I used to hide from him
I used to hide him from others
I used to drink so he would go away
I used to wish I were – used to pretend to – be someone else
I used to … #fillintheblank

It’s amazing, I’m even getting to the edge of beginning to think about liking him.

But for now, just for today, being able to look at his face and not want to turn away in disgust is enough!

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