In the Middle of Alcohol-Free (Day 28)
This is why I share–so others know they are not alone out there in a battle. The world is lonely enough.
The loneliness I feel is only enhanced with alcohol, and then depression has its way with me–surrounds me and slowly sucks the life out of me.
Like a canary in a coal mine, alone, slowly dying an invisible livelihood because the brilliance of life is slowly suffocated by the stagnant air of my evenings.
It doesn’t need to be this way. I am not a caged bird. I’m free to fly if I release myself from the cage of confinement I willingly place myself in.
Fly little birdie, fly.
Freedom from depression’s death grip is right here within reach.
Blue skies are overhead.