Like to think of it as my dis-ease. It isn't about the drugs and alcohol, it is about me. They are but a symptom of my disease and why I look outside of myself for something to make me feel better.
The insanity is in those words, outside of ourselves. Other people, places, and things are not the problem. Every time I point the finger at someone or thing, I have three fingers coming back at me. Do I look at myself three times after I have pointed that one finger.
The isms of my dis-ease, "I, Self, and Me."
