The bottle beside the road.
Aug 18, 08- (by Etta)
- 2 responses
- Sober Salon
I’m running. I’m running. I love running. I’m free. I’m serene. I’m focused.
There’s a half-eaten Snickers in my path. It’s been bitten, chewed and thrown away. It’s crawling with bugs. The wrapper is torn and faded. It’s clearly very old.
I notice it, step over it, and continue on. I don’t give it a second thought.
I’m running. I’m running. I love running. I’m free. I’m serene. I’m focused.
There’s half a bottle of liquor in my path. It’s been opened, consumed and thrown away. It’s crawling with bugs. The label is torn and faded. It’s clearly very old.
I notice it.
I think about picking it up…taking a drink.
I step over it, and continue on, but the bottle occupies my thoughts.
I’m running. I’m running. I love running. I’m no longer free. I’m not serene. I’ve lost my focus.
Later, I’m grateful for the interruption in my path. The insane thought to pick up a disgusting, mysterious bottle of liquor, and put it to my lips, reminds me to remain always vigilant. No matter where I am or what I am doing, no matter how safe I feel, this disease will throw obstacles in my path. Without vigilance, I will trip. If I trip, I may die.
I’m an alcoholic. Cunning, baffling and powerful is my disease.
Unfortunately, it’s also patient and insidious.
I must remain vigilant.
Leave a response! All your responses matter, so say whatever you want. But please refrain from spamming and shameless plugs, as well as excessive use of vulgar language. Please refer to our Code of Conduct.
Wow. Good for you. I know those crazy irrational cravings and they’re not pretty. I, on the other hand, might have thought more seriously about the snickers bar as well. You clearly don’t have that addiction to concern you.
You know, soularsister, I thought of that when I wrote this post. Actually, I do have a bit of trouble with chocolate–I cannot have it in my house or it disappears just like a six pack. But yes, alcohol is definitely the bigger issue, because no matter how much I might be craving chocolate, I’ve never contemplated picking up a half-eaten candy bar!