Dear God, thank you for a night of abstinence. I didn’t think I was going to make it, the cravings were so strong and thank you for the idea of going to the gym to relieve the intense anxiety. I needed to get rid of the excess adrenaline. Yikes god, time is flying I know I shouldn’t focus on the future, bust be present. Boy is that hard to do god. I want to change my mom. I don’t want her to do all the self help work because I don’t believe it will heal her trauma. Please help me be open minded and willing not to judge her. I get angry God because of the enmeshment. I don’t want her to put her stuff on me. I don’t have the energy god. I guess frankly I don’t trust her. It’s making me realize how I try to push my stuff on to others when all I need is to live well. Arggh 12 step and evangelizing. Please help me God, Please help me have an open mind.
Dearest precious child, breathe my son 4-4-6, you know the drill. I’m sorry precious one about the extreme anxiety. It will pass my boy, It has done so before. My job is to help you to see the Good in every situation. It’s not a fucking lesson. [I don’t wish this on anyone.] you are loved my boy. You only have to do this for you my boy, self care, self protection, boundaries, respect self and others. And for my sake no more automatic sorries. Let your sorry mean something. And you are not broken my child, you are a gift and I love you so much so very much.