May 23, 2019
I was having tremendous cravings on the train ride home Friday. My emotions were running high. I was nervous, scared, excited, anxious and my addict brain took advantage of the situation.
I closed my eyes and said quietly, “Please help me,” concentrating on my breathing. I reopened my eyes minutes later to a woman in the seat in front of me. She said hello so I asked her what brings her to Windsor.
She said, “Well, I’m coming from Toronto. I was in rehab, and this is my first time home in 18 months.”
If I could have said, “Holy shit,” I would have. What I needed at that exact moment was someone who could understand what I was going through.
And she was sitting in front of me all along. Sometimes I just have to ask.
My spirit guide is protecting me.
I am grateful and feeling loved.
Good night, my friends.
