Audio (MP3): 20190410 - No horse blankets
When I got to the place where I couldn’t stand myself anymore, where I didn’t want to be the person I’d always been. And not do the same things I’d always done, I can see now that’s when I had reached the breaking point.
The pain of being me had broken my very soul. Fuck.
It wasn’t the drinking, it wasn’t ever the drugs. It was me. It wasn’t the traffic or the other drivers. It wasn’t other people at all. Well, it was some of those people…but when that blanket of denial was pulled back just far enough I could see, when a light came on that cast a clarity almost too bright on what I’d been doing to myself nothing ever looked the same again in the days after.
Thinking back to that moment and all the desperate, frantic pain, tortured to tears, completely sober and sick of being myself, that’s when I turned a corner and walked down a path I’d only heard other people talk about.
And that’s when the spiritual revolution began.
No horse blankets.
vaughn3 · Apr 10, 2019 at 1:46 pm
tcr! · Apr 10, 2019 at 4:47 pm
Daddio G · Apr 11, 2019 at 12:59 pm
I had never heard it put that way, but well said.
tcr! · Apr 11, 2019 at 6:59 pm