my take on my life
is pretty much bullshit,
since it's stained with entitlement, wildly unrealistic expectations and self involvement.
(Which, as toxic as they are, can be quite subtle, sometimes.)
Alcoholics don't own these things of course -- but alcoholism uses them as the building blocks of profoundly twisted thinking -- all in the service of getting us alone,
then getting us thinking only of ourselves,
then getting us drunk,
then getting us dead.
Like the yeast in bread dough,
gratitude is the essential ingredient to
make my spirits rise
above my petty, "poor-me's"
and break free of alcoholic thinking.
may always elude an alcoholic.