Its late : night thoughts

Its late, sleep beckons my weary soul home after a busy day, and somewhere on the other side of the world you’ve just sat sharing your own thoughts, pouring your own heart and soul as well as your journey and struggles onto the page. Your writing always moves me.

I take great comfort from your words, your honesty. And part of me thinks it’s what I missed most from open AA meetings, a room full of people being honest and open about their foibles, aĺong with laughter lots of laughter amidst the ‘war’ stories of what got most of us there aching so desperately deeo down inside, covering it numbing those things we could not face, knowing we had to find a new way of living outside of that hell.

It was not an honesty I found much in the world, but it helped me to know that releasing even my darkest secrets would set me free and although at first I did not feel totally safe, in time I did. And when others made me feel unsafe, in times I sought out safer open spaces to unburden. How different to my family of origin.

Anyway you probably won’t read this but never the less I wanted you to know how grateful I am you are here and how much your communication and honesty means to me. God bless you. It’s late here as the sun rises over there for you on a brand new day. I hope you have a beautiful day. ❤