Hiding from who we really are, because we are afraid to reveal our true selves to others. It’s the fear of getting honest. I guess that’s why the last few people I’ve worked with won’t go past the third step.. afraid to become rigorously honest. Afraid of what they’ll find.
Take it from me who had much to fear. Once you get there, you only find that fabled mythical boogyman the book points out, nothing more. Something, that’s nothing but old faults from a past that need to be reconciled and corrected. A simple process but not an easy one.
That’s all there is…yet
If we stay under that dark masquerade, the fatal disguise of alcoholism. How strange it all becomes. As I tell others, the only one in town that didn’t know I was the town drunk was me! We become so lost, we don’t know we are. A true spiritual malady. As if we covered ourselves in Saran Wrap thinking no one can see. Then over time, without help, left to our own devices, and truly, seemingly unaware, we slowly wither and die.
Insanity