Someone Else's Recovery

I found and loved the men who hit rock bottom but I was about to find my own. I was the Girl who would lay in the gutter with you at your worst. Running my love over the cracks of light that wanted to burst through a broken thing. I was always gambling with my future that someone else would become ok and I would be ok because I had helped, I was worthy only then. I knew with just enough of my fierce, understanding love that one day it would all be perfect and worth it. Have you ever thought, "I do so much for people and they end up better and I end up worse off?" Bragging rights for the love hungry and Co Dependant. A true story for the ones endlessly attracted to addicts, narcissists, and the love avoidant built into them with childhood abuse's conditioning. We are a beacon for the broken, because we are broken too. This is the true account of the last time I held someone else's hand as they jumped into the deep end of recovery and sobriety before I was pinned into such a low dark place and forced to look at my own recovery instead. I thought this would be a love story that would beat the odds but instead became the pre curser to a spiritual awakening, written in real time Where Someone else's recovery became my own.