Finding Myself Again

We try to find ourselves again. I am starting to believe that person is gone forever. And why would I wanna “find myself” again. That”myself” me was a drunk bum who had no will to live or love anymore.
But now that I have been given another chance, I do want to live and love again. And as things do nowadays, it all makes real sense.

I DID find myself again. I got “sober” and that’s where myself was hiding —
behind all that alcohol and confused maze of pathways, aka my brain.

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These are my words from my recovery.Being a alcholic even know my memory isnt the best i remember somethings that will always be in my memory.i just pray that no one wud ever have to go threw the life of addiction .

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