For those of my “Literary Side” of things …You may or may not know I am celebrating today my 13th year maintaining recovery from a cunning and silent addiction that requires no substances. It is called “Compulsive Gambling Addiction.” I am sharing my new recovery post here as I am a proud Recovery Advocate and shared all the good, the bad, and the hopelessness I once lived within. I wrote all about it in my published book/memoir titled; “Addicted to Dimes: Confessions of a Liar and a Cheat.” I was one to never be Annonymous . . . Catherine
Thirteen years ago I was within Total Darkness.
I was HOPELESS, Broken, and Shattered.
I was LOST and Never Thought I’d Wake Up From Hell.
I was Sick, an ADDICT and Filled With FEAR …
WHEN MY EYES FINALLY OPENED From My Second SUICIDE ATTEMPT …
I Was Still Frightened, Constant Pain, and LOST. BUT THEN?
I Seen A Sliver Of GODS LIGHT, I GRAB ON TIGHT, and I BEGAN TO RISE FROM THE ASHES OF ADDICTION!
GOD Whispered In My EAR … I Bless You With HOPE…
So, as I celebrate my 13th Year Maintaining Recovery, I still hold on to HOPE.
HOPEis what helps me have trust that all things are possible. Even RECOVERY.
Just as the definition of HOPE tells us:
HOPE – Noun: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.
HOPE – Verb: want something to happen…
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