It begins today

Some of us take pressure really well
Some collapse; so here’s my story from which I am about to tell.

You see, mine was through grief, as I didn’t think I had a problem 
The drink felt good as I didn’t know what to do!
Drinking was my best friend as this path I was about to embark and ensue.

I struggled with the thoughts in my head
People assuming I could help with them, but I was crying in my head and heart instead.

Then the realisation took place 
I continued being drunk and waiting to die,
I didn’t think I had a solution, therefore waiting for God to call me, and waiting to say to eventually say ‘goodbye’.

We are here for each other
And that is a great trait,
As we greet each other, and refuse an awkward debate.

The pressure is real
As we lost our way,
It’s only until God says ‘it’s time to come home child’ from that moment we cannot stay.

Jason - 679 days sober 
20th October 2026