In the depths of my addiction, I believed I was alone. I thought my pain was mine to bear, my mistakes were mine to own, and my destruction was inevitable. I was trapped in a cycle of insanity—repeating the same behaviors, expecting different results, and sinking deeper into despair.
But as I look back now, with clarity that only recovery can provide, I realize I was never alone. My Higher Power was always there, protecting me even when I couldn’t see it, guiding me even when I refused to follow. He was the unseen hand that kept me from total destruction, the quiet voice that whispered hope when I was ready to give up.