So I spoke to my ex sponsor from back when I got clean the first time. It was great talking to her. I told her about the most likely cause of the chronic fatigue I've had since before I relapsed on meth and pain killers, which the doc thinks is my liver. She told me she's been battling big time with her depression. It got to the point she couldn't work anymore so she can't be available now to sponsor anyone. It's all good, I told her, but perhaps someday in the future when she's better. She also told me she and her husband moved and have a lot of open land for a doe to run around on. I had always told her she reminded me of a sweet, gentle spirit of a doe. Then she said she named the doe TJ and I laughed and said, "You didn't!" She said yes she did and it was odd how she had thought about me 3 days before I called and left her a message on her voice mail after being away from NA 4 1/2 years. Anyway, aside from that, not the usual drama and despair comes with living clean unlike the loaded living. I loved getting loaded, but truthfully I certainly don't miss the bullshit. Sigh. I've given far too many years fartin around with dope. No regrets, well not really as no good can come from it. It's time to break the cycle of self punishment and look at whatever I need to clean up without self condemnation. Still doin daily meditations, prayers, and reading about the spiritual disciplines. I love the peace I'm experiencing at the moment.
