I just completed reading "Running Ransom Road," an autobiography by Caleb Daniloff about his recovery from alcohol and drugs, and his running. One paragraph jumped out at me and I thought I would share it with you.
"In many ways, recovery is simply a synonym for life. We are all just trying to survive being born. Recovery, like life, like death, is ultimately an individual journey, a single-seat row-boat with no life preserver. If you capsize, you have to learn how to turn your own jeans into a flotation device. There's always work left to do, more road, more corners, more hills. It is the grappling with invisible monsters on a road with no name that leaves fang holes on your neck. The struggle is in learning to open your eyes, to see."
What do you think?
Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
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