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4 Years Sober

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4 Years.


The 29th of August, 2020.

I took a stand.

I admitted that I was powerless.


I submitted to the process.

And now, I have found a life of serenity.


Not one free of pain and heartache but free of the need to anesthetize it all.

Free to love every part of me and sharpen myself emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually, and creatively into the best version of myself that has ever existed.


It is a process and it will always be my thorn in the flesh, my cross to bear, and I am blessed to bear it well and point to the sky and my Savior who changed my story on that dark, painful, hopeless day.


Yours faithfully,

Varuvelil John George John.


 
 
 

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