P.s I hope your alive

Please don’t be True.

Please don’t let what I believe to be true, be the real Truth.

Please be okay. Please be here still. Here on this Plane, in this universe somewhere, grounded. On dry land, on shore.

Please don’t be what I think it is. Please.

I hope it’s something simple. Simple, no that’s not the word… but just anything, anything other than what I’m starting to believe.

I am aware that everyone has a sobriety date, or at least, everyone will. Though they are not all etched in stone, some very much are. Some proudly display their sobriety date on their facebook and IG walls, while others have it literally engraved in their stone, their headstone. Then there’s the people, who end up back stuck in the middle, ( many of us ) – or just – straight still in the middle BEEN in between, never left. The ones that happen to slip & fall, Sh$# that’s a bad hit. A bad feeling, I know it all too well. It happens to the best of us, but not all of us make it back from that slip and fall. That’s the worst part about relapse.

That’s why we are always in recovery. Always trying to stay clean.

Birth Dates, Sobriety Dates, Anniversary Dates, and Death dates, all seem to eventually add up. They all end up with multiple meanings, to multiple people, there’s billions of us. When we share such dates though, is when the meaning is given, therefore it serves purpose. Many purposes. Sharing a sobriety date with a loved ones birth date. Sharing a Birth date with a loved ones death date. Sharing these days is what makes them special to us. Not the way they are written or where, or why.

I share my birth date with someone that I’ve loved. I share my sobriety date with someone else that I’ve loved, it was their Birth date, when they were still on this plane. It’s why I hold it so closely.

I share the date of the first time I gave birth, with a friend I love, except it was the last date she gave birth. Our daughters share their Birth Date. Which is also, the day of my grandfather’s Birth Date, not year, of course. My anniversary Date has been the same date, in 2 very long term relationships. Another child of mine’s Birth date, another date that I gave birth, is shared with Halloween.

There are so many dates I remember for so many reasons, yet half the time I cannot even remember where I left my keys!

I’m just praying that your still okay.

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Hey there! I'm the Truth Mommy, I'm a 31 year old entrepreneurial, mother of 4 , as well as a recovering addict. I'm here to have fun, learn, grow & to tell the truth, the whole truth & nothing but the truth. I've been told by many people that I need to start a blog, write a book, or even just a journal that could one day be published. Throughout COVID, I began unknowingly building a business from the ground up, its called " For Cups Sakes". I make personalized Tshirts, cups, tumblrs, decals, etc. It been tough, and I didn't think this would be a great time to start blogging, but then I realized, it could possibly be the best time to start!! I want to show people real life stuff. I want to tell daily events in my eyes. I want interaction, I want to know my people, people with the same interests and stories. Lets hang out, chat, advise, and just "vibe" as the kids say now. Lets share our stories and watch as we grow. Let's be real, like, really real, not FB real.

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