Day 133 Letter to Mummy

Dear Ma,

I am so sorry for all of the crap I put you through.  I am so sorry for hurting you with my words and deeds.  I know you loved me and always forgave me, but those words said caused you pain.  Words and pain can not be taken back.  I am truly sorry for that.  I wish you were here to see me get sober.  Are those pennies from you?  I hope you are resting in peace with God.  I miss you. 

Love,
Yoli

Day 131

Nothing.  Ok.

Day 130 Still Sober

Thy will is my will.  Thy will be done.  Grateful to be alive and sober, have a job to gk to, God is in my life.  Help me to do the and say the right things today.

Day 129 Why Can't I catch a Fucking Break

Working at a job doing shit work for shit wages.  Struggling and never getting ahead.  FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.  Why am I sober. Every thing keeps getting worse.  Ok, pitty party over.  Time to pay the piper.

Day 128

Humility and ANONOMINITY.

Da 127 worry worry worry worry

Worry.  That is all I do. Still think about ending it all.

Day 126 thank you God

Grant me serenity.  Give me what I need, not what I want.