"The trouble is....there is no real escaping it...the trouble..."I like this mandala, and the playing with words, a sentence that doesn't really ever end....It speaks to the notion of how hard it is, sometimes, to have chosen sobriety, and have given up the escape valve of drinking. I know it was an artificial and quite temporary escape, but in moments of deep sadness, or high anxiety and worry, I long for the escape that a drink could bring. That too, however, was a cycle that didn't ever really end, either. Drink each day, feel crummy each morning, hate myself for drinking. Repeat.
I know the choice of sobriety is the only way through, the only real escape. We are all stuck with managing this life, our emotions, our circumstances. No one escapes, really. Somehow, remembering this, is comforting.
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