We asked God to help us show them the same tolerance, pity, and patience that we would cheerfullygrant a sick friend.
From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have been spiritually sick.
I am having a hard time. I am working so hard on my sobriety. I am not yelling at home anymore. I have no desire to. I have no desire to drink. I have no desire to argue.
But I still have issues with control. And when that default of character rears its ugly head, others in my house yell at scream and curse at me.
But I don't raise my voice.
I tell them not to yell and curse at me.
I need to work on just walking away.
I am scared. Because if that behavior doesn't change, if I am continually yelled at, I will have to take care of me and leave.
I don't want that to happen. But I don't know what else to do.
I need others to realize they need to work on their spiritual health as well.
I need help. I can't do this alone.
No one is worth losing my sobriety over.
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