The journey… what awaits

​There is a time to reflect
There is time to detect, 
There is a time to go the right way but you wonder where that is?
You look to the bottle and then eventually get pissed.

You look to the skies and say ‘where are you God?’, 
Fighting with every breath to stop taking, or drinking,
When in essence you can’t stop sinking. 

The wake up call may or may not arrive, 
You have to work at it if you work it, and thats’s to stay alive!

I felt shite
Angered and disconnected, 
I was a Skelton of  the man that I am today, even though I am far from feeling perfected.

I know now I have another chance
A chance only God gave to me in the end, 
I have met incredible fellowship, attend anonymous meetings which I now need to take upon and look to depend. 

“You are only as good as the last meeting… love me”
Jason (alcoholic)
14th June 2026