My life is unmanageable, when I find myself robbing Peter to pay Paul. Those partial payments, living beyond our means. Getting money that is already spent. My disease tells me I am just F.I.N.E. (frustrated, insecure, neurotic, and emotional/enjoying it), when in truth, I may not have picked up a drink, I may have detached from my A, and when I take an honest look at myself, I find I am using things like food, work, service, gambling and other things. All substance lead to the same soul sickness.
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Love always,
Jo
I share because I care.
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