In these entries, I am noticing some big pieces of life furniture that will need to be dealt with. What I mean are those things in your life that drinking allows you to overlook so well, they become like the furniture in the room. In my case, they were my job and my family of origin. Neither were acutely or terribly damaging to me, but the real me did not fit the rules of those spaces, and I had been contorting myself to fit into that furniture for decades.
These are the insidious things we numb ourselves to and believe are just part of life. Thankfully, my higher self had started to poke at me with questions like: If not this job, what would energize you? Why can’t you be your authentic self with your family? It was almost as if I had been living with massive inflammation in my body but didn’t realize it until it was absent. Although it wasn’t in my body. It was in my soul.
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