Freedom From Bondage

Freedom From Bondage Freedom from Bo***ge of self, Bo***ge of addiction, This IS NOT a CA website. I am, however an active CA member.

This page is used to discuss recovery issues and/or Big Book Discussion(what saved my life), and this page is not meant for a bunch of euphoric recall. In addition, some posts may be purely opinionated. Personally, if it ain't in the big book of AA, then it's not been proven as a means of recovery material, therefore not true. Please ask any questions you may have concerning recovery!

06/21/2026

Flesh can't fix the flesh !

PRAYERS FOR ALL TWELVE STEPSFIRST STEP PRAYERDear Lord, I admit that I am powerless over my addiction. I admit that my l...
06/10/2026

PRAYERS FOR ALL TWELVE STEPS

FIRST STEP PRAYER
Dear Lord, I admit that I am powerless over my addiction. I admit that my life is unmanageable when I try to control it. Help me this day to understand the true meaning of powerlessness. Remove from me all denial of my addiction.

SECOND STEP PRAYER
Heavenly Father, I know in my heart that only You can restore me to sanity. I humbly ask that You remove all twisted thought and addictive behavior from me this day. Heal my spirit and restore in me a clear mind.

THIRD STEP PRAYER
God, I offer myself to Thee--to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of bo***ge of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy will always.

FOURTH STEP PRAYER
Dear God, it is I who has made my life a mess. I have done it, but I cannot undo it. My mistakes are mine and I will begin a searching and fearless moral inventory. I will write down my wrongs. But I will also include that which is good. I pray for the strength to complete this task.

FIFTH STEP PRAYER
Higher Power, my inventory has shown me who I am, yet I ask for Your help in admitting my wrongs to another person and to You. Assure me and be with me, in this Step, for without this Step, I cannot progress in my recovery. With Your help, I can do this, and I will do it.

SIXTH STEP PRAYER
Dear God, I am ready for Your help in removing from me the defects of character, which I now realize, are an obstacle to my recovery. Help me to continue being honest with myself and guide me toward mental and spiritual health.

SEVENTH STEP PRAYER
My Creator, I am now willing that You have all of me, good and bad. I pray that You now remove from me every single defect of character which stands in the way of my usefulness to You and my fellows. Grant me strength, as I go out from here to do Your bidding.

EIGHTH STEP PRAYER
Higher Power, I ask Your help in making my list of all those I have harmed. I will take responsibility for my mistakes and be forgiving to others, as You are forgiving to me. Grant me the willingness to begin my restitution. This I pray.

NINTH STEP PRAYER
Higher Power, I pray for the right attitude to make my amends, being ever mindful not to harm others in the process. I ask for Your guidance in making indirect amends by staying abstinent, helping others and growing in spiritual progress.

TENTH STEP PRAYER
Dear God, I pray I may continue to grow in understanding and effectiveness; to take daily spot check inventories of myself; to correct mistakes when I make them; to take responsibility for my actions; to be ever aware of my negative and self-defeating attitudes and behaviors; to keep my willfulness in check; to always remember I need Your help; to keep love and tolerance of others as my code; and to continue in daily prayer how I can best serve You.

ELEVENTH STEP PRAYER
God, as I understand You, I pray to keep my connection with You. Open and clear from me the confusion of daily life. Through my prayers and meditations I ask especially for freedom from self-will, rationalization, and wishful thinking. I pray for the guidance of correct thought and positive action. Your will, not mine, be done.

TWELFTH STEP PRAYER
Dear God, my spiritual awakening continues to unfold. With the help I have received I shall have the opportunity to grow. I am grateful. I pray most humbly to continue walking day by day, practice the principles of this way of life in all I do and say. I need You, my friends, and the program every hour of every day. This is a better way to live.

06/07/2026

Yesterday a woman walked in at 4 PM. No appointment. Asked if I could squeeze her in.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She showed me a photo on her phone. Numbers. Just numbers.
“392. On my wrist. Simple. Black. Can you do it now?”
I looked at her. She’d been crying. Eyes red. Hands shaking.
“Yeah, I can do it. But can I ask what 392 means?”
She sat down in my chair. Took a breath.
“It’s the number of days my daughter stayed clean before she overdosed. I found her yesterday. I want to remember she tried. That 392 days mattered.”
I didn’t know what to say. Just nodded. Started setting up.
She kept talking. Needed to talk.
“Everyone’s going to say she relapsed. That she failed. That addicts always relapse. But they won’t say she was sober for 392 days. That she went to meetings. Got a job. Started painting again. That she was my daughter again for 392 days. They’ll remember one day. The last day. But I’m going to remember 392.”
Her voice broke.
“This tattoo is proof those days existed. That she fought. That she almost made it.”
I finished the tattoo. Simple numbers. 392. On her wrist. Where she could see it every day.
She paid. Tipped way too much. Started to leave. Then turned back.
“Can I ask you something weird?”
“Anything,” I said.
“Can you keep that stencil? The 392? And if anyone ever comes in here struggling with addiction. Or losing someone to addiction. Can you offer to do this tattoo for free? Any number. However many days their person stayed clean. 10 days. 100 days. 1 day. I don’t care. Just so they know those days counted.”
She left before I could answer.
I kept the 392 stencil. Put it in a frame behind my counter. Wrote under it:
“Days of sobriety tattoos — always free. Any number. Because every day counts.”
I didn’t think anyone would take me up on it.
Three days later, a man came in. Saw the sign. Started crying.
“Can you do 1,279?”
“Absolutely. Who’s it for?”
“My brother. He was sober 1,279 days. Died in a car accident last week. Sober driver hit by a drunk driver. The irony is killing me. He fought so hard. And some stranger took him out.”
I did the tattoo for free. He hugged me for five minutes.
Word spread.
I’ve done 23 sobriety number tattoos in three weeks. Free. Every single one. 47 days. 6 days. 1,823 days. 2 days. One woman got “14 hours” tattooed.
“My son stayed clean for 14 hours before he relapsed and died. Everyone says 14 hours doesn’t count. But it does. He tried. For 14 hours he tried.”
I tattooed 14 hours on her shoulder. She sobbed the entire time.
When I finished, she looked at it and whispered, “Now everyone will know he tried.”
Yesterday someone came in and asked for “0 days.”
I was confused. “Zero?”
He nodded.
“My daughter never got clean. She tried to quit so many times. Went to rehab four times. But never made it past a few hours before using again. She died at 23. Everyone says she didn’t try. But she did. She tried so hard. Zero days sober but a million attempts. Can you tattoo 0 with a little infinity symbol?”
Because her attempts were infinite even if her days weren’t.
I cried while doing that tattoo. Zero with an infinity symbol. For a girl who never stopped trying even though she never succeeded.
A teenager came in two days ago. Seventeen years old. With his dad.
“Can you do 91 days? For me. I’m 91 days sober. I want to remember.”
I looked at his dad. Dad nodded.
“He asked for this. I’m proud of him.”
I did the tattoo. 91 on his forearm. When I finished, the kid stared at it.
“Now when I want to use, I’ll see this. I’ll remember I made it to 91. I can make it to 92.”
His dad paid. Tipped $200.
“You’re saving lives with ink,” he said. “Keep doing this.”
The kid comes back every 30 days. I add a small tally mark next to his 91. He’s up to 151 days now. Five tally marks. He’s going to make it.
The original woman came back yesterday. The 392 tattoo.
“I wanted to show you something,” she said.
She pulled up her sleeve. Another number.
“1.”
Just the number 1.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
She smiled through tears.
“One year since my daughter died. One year I’ve survived without her. Someone told me I should get a tattoo for my own sobriety. From grief. From giving up. I’ve been sober from ending my own life for one year. Because of this.”
She pointed to 392.
“Every time I wanted to give up, I looked at this. If she could fight for 392 days, I could fight for one more. So I’m marking my days now too. One year. 365 days of choosing to stay.”
I have a wall now. Photos of every sobriety number tattoo I’ve done. 47 tattoos in two months. Numbers ranging from 14 hours to 6,247 days.
Every single one free.
Every single one a story of someone who tried. Who fought. Who stayed clean for as long as they could. Some made it. Some didn’t.
But every number matters.
Because addiction isn’t about the day someone relapses. It’s about all the days they didn’t.
And those days deserve to be remembered. Marked. Honored.
I started this because a grieving mother asked me to remember 392 days. Now I’m remembering hundreds of days. Thousands of days. Marking them in ink on the skin of people who refuse to forget.
Every number tells me the same thing:
Trying counts. Fighting counts. Even if you lose, the fight counted.
I’m a tattoo artist. But these aren’t just tattoos. They’re monuments. Proof that someone tried. And in a world that only remembers the last day, I’m making sure we remember all the days before it.
— Grana, Minnesota

05/28/2026

Oldtimer said, "The truth will set us free, but before it can, we need to know exactly what lie is holding us hostage. The big lie that held us hostage and exacted a high ransom for our release was the lie we told ourselves about drugs,alcohol or both. We believed they were doing something for us when, in fact, they were doing something to us—destroying us one drink,hit,line,snort,pill,needle,blunt at a time.

This lie overrode our most powerful instinct: that for survival. Once we overcome it, we are faced with the more subtle lies we hold about our instincts for s*x, society, and security. If we were willing to sacrifice our lives to support a lie that was killing us, how deep must our deception be about what we need to live long and happily in this world?

These not-so-blatant lies keep us in bo***ge to self-will, the antithesis of God's will. Only through rigorous honesty can we uncover the untruths that we have, for so long, mistaken for the truth. With each layer of falsehood we expose to the light of truth, we find a greater degree of freedom from bo***ge to the ideas, emotions, and attitudes that work against our spiritual development.

We can only experience spiritual growth to the extent we embrace the truth about ourselves. The ugly truth we uncover allows us to discover the hidden beauty that is our spiritual essence. For every fear we discard, we find that behind the False Evidence Appearing Real was a courage we did not know we possessed that revealed itself only when we exercised the simple act of pursuing the truth.

Every resentment we hold reveals a commitment to the beliefs we hold. If we passionately defend that which will destroy us, how much greater will our passion for forgiveness grow when we discover its true benefits? When we discover that giving is truly receiving, how richly charitable shall we become? When we uncover, discover, and discard the falsehoods that block us from the truth of God's love for us, how much deeper shall be our commitment to serve Him?

Identifying our falsehoods only takes the key of willingness to walk the path of truth, holding nothing sacred but truth itself. In fact, we seek not God, but the truth, and in the truth we find God. It is our pride that blocks the pathway to true happiness that awaits our arrival in the fourth dimension of existence. When we humbly lay aside our desire to be right and accept the error of our ways, we begin to build a life that gets infinitely more wonderful as time passes. The true gift worthy of God's creation!"

05/18/2026

My Spiritual teacher once told me after I asked him, "Why do i have a hard time surrendering to God?" He said, "FEAR! It's not that we're afraid to surrender to God but rather we're afraid of what it will cost us."

MIND BLOWN. 🤯

Thought for Today

The deal that God makes with us Alcoholics/Addicts
By: Pharm C.

A drunk/addict is walking home, feeling sick and hurt. He is at that magic moment of surrender.

On his way he sees God and notices He has something in his hand. The addict/drunk asks "What's that?" God responds "This is sobriety". The drunk/addict said "Oh man, I need that! Geez, I need sobriety. How much does that cost?" as he only understands buying things. God returns with "How much do you have?" The addict/alcoholic says "I have about 20 dollars." God responds "All right, for you, sobriety costs 20 dollars." The man, trying to back out of says, "If I give you all twenty dollars, I won't be able to buy any gas for my car."

God responds "Oh! so you have a car? I'm sorry, but sobriety is going to cost you your car."
"Whoa, whoa!" Says the man. "If I give you my car, how am I going to get to my job?"

"You have a job?!" Exclaims God. "No, no, no. Sobriety is going to cost you your job."
The drunk responds "But, if I give you my job, how am I to pay for my house?" House!!

You have a house!?" God says with surprise. "I thought you lived in a cardboard box under the bridge! Your file is completely out of date! Sobriety is going to cost you your house."

The man responds "If I give you my house what about my wife and kids?"

"A family! That's right, you have a family! Yes, yes. Sobriety is going to cost you your family.

The alcoholic/addict responds "But if I give you all that, what good is my life?"

God states "That's right. Sobriety costs you your life."

The alcoholic/addict, because he is at that magic moment of surrender is willing to give his God his money, and his car, and his job, and his house, and his wife and his kids, and his life and for that God gives him sobriety.

Then God looks him deep in the eyes and says:

"All right. I'm going to give you your money back but, it's not your money anymore, it's my money. I'm going to let you spend it for me."

"I'm going to give your car back but, it's not your car anymore, it's my car. You get to drive it for me."

"I'm going to give you your job back but, it's not your job anymore, it's my job. You get to work at it for me."

"I give your house back but, it's not your house anymore, it's my home. But, you get to live in it for me."

"I give your family back to you but, it's not your family anymore, it's my family. You get to take care of them for me."

"I give your life back but, it's not your life ever again. But, you get to live it for me."

That's the deal a loving God makes with us in the 3rd step.

05/07/2026

Oldtimer said, "Cunning, baffling, powerful! This is how the Big book describes alcohol's (and drugs) effect on the addict/ alcoholic mind. For alcoholics and addicts, this is a primary truth we must accept, or else we perish. This is difficult for a mind that has been warped by years of drinking and using. Alcohol and drugs distort our reality with pleasure, and the pursuit of this pleasure became our primary purpose, which we pursued with unbridled passion.

Even in the face of the all too obvious destruction it brought to our lives, we remained enslaved to our addictive pleasures. It enhanced our s*xual instinct, then enslaved it to serve its sordid purposes. It enhanced our social instinct, then left us isolated and wallowing in a pit of loneliness and despair. It enhanced our sense of security, then took everything from us and left us with nothing. Drugs and Alcohol gave us wings, then took away the sky.

To the outside observer, it appears the alcoholic/addict drinks and uses too much, but for the addict/alcoholic, the reality is we cannot use or drink enough to satisfy a maniacal craving for alcohol and drugs that takes us to the gates of insanity and death. We cannot see their version of the truth, and this keeps us baffled about the nature of our problems, of which we have many.

Sweet relationships become battlegrounds and a test of wills as we defend our right to consume that which is destroying our lives. We see ourselves enjoying life with our drinking and using. They see us on a su***de mission we commit one drink,hit,line,pill,needle at a time. We feel in control in our stupor when exactly the opposite is true.

It is when sober that the real problem of the addict/alcoholic manifests. We are restless, irritable, and discontented when sober, so we seek our solution. Drugs and Alcohol relieves us of these feelings of insecurity and gives us a sense of ease and comfort, even as it systematically destroys our lives.

The true power of addiction wields over us is the delusion of control and choice. We can't say for certain, on any given day, whether we will use or drink or not. And once we start to drink use, or both we cannot control how much we will consume Only when confronted with a crisis that overwhelms our delusional mind with a reality we can no longer postpone or evade, do we consider sobriety as a viable option to the way of death drugs and alcohol delivers.

This is when the true power of addiction exerts itself. Even though we are not using or drinking, we remain under the influence of addiction. Not with getting high or drunk, but with an obsession that overpowers our strongest desire to not drink or use. We think willpower, common sense, or reason should bring a sufficient defense against the first hit, drink,pill,line needle and yet we return !

This is when we experience that we have truly lost the power of choice when it comes to drugs and alcohol. This insanity repeats itself over and over again with every desperate attempt to abstain from alcohol and drugs. These countless vain attempts to quit using and drinking on human power drive home our desperate need to bring a Power greater than human power into our lives.

When we came to the rooms we acknowledged that addiction was too much to overcome by ourselves. We had to have help, and it had to come from a Power greater than human power. It had to come from the source of all power. That one is God. Fortunately, the Steps provides us with the path to this Power source.

This path is the essence of every addicts and alcoholic's recovery from a hopeless state of mind and body. It is a path open to all who earnestly seek it. When we work the Steps, we remove from our psyche the selfish ideas, emotions, and attitudes that block the Power we need from entering our lives. As a result, we find contentment with life on life's terms and become a channel for the peace, prosperity, happiness, and joy that come with freedom from our bo***ge to this terrible disease .

05/06/2026

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