05/25/2025
Powerless
Step One: “We admitted we were powerless over alcohol—that our lives had become unmanageable.”
Early on in recovery—okay, later on as well—I thought my powerlessness would be diminished in time. As in, the more recovered I was, the less powerless I would be over people, places, and things.
There’s a part of me that wants, above anything else in this entire world, to be in control. Of everything. Of myself, you, the nation, the industrial complex, and the European Union. Heck, I’d manage the whole darn solar system if I could.
There’s this voice in my head that whispers things like, Someday, you’ll have it figured out, and you’ll be able to manage your life. You won’t need meetings, and you’ll be able to lighten up on the whole “spiritual” part of things.
In reality, I know zero about the world’s economy, I barely passed astronomy in college, and when I look at the results of trying to manage life by myself, it’s clear I should not be listening to that voice in my head.
Instead, I’ll stop, pray, and remember that voice is wrong about this particular issue. I might even have to tell that voice to shut the heck up! And at times, I may need to use harsher language. With my voice, that is.
In spite of myself:
God, help me shut the front door on that voice!
This inspiration is from
If You Leave Me, Can I Come with You? Daily Meditations for Codependents and Al-Anons (with a Sense of Humor).
© 2015 by Misti B. All rights reserved.
Quoted from the app Inspirations.