I felt it! I never considered myself a spiritual person and I certainly was not religious; but I felt it! A workmate suggested that I give these support groups a go and I was so low I thought “what have I got to lose?” I was hanging on by the thinnest of threads and was willing to grab onto anything that resembled hope.

Listening to the various people tell their stories I felt my isolation melt away. I was not the only person who felt this way. I was not a lone freak! One on one therapy is a wonderful thing, but it can leave the sufferer feeling that they are alone in their distress. For the first time I felt that I was not a broken individual; I was just a human being who was struggling and needed support, care and love!

What did I feel? I am not really sure, but when the meeting concluded and we joined hands for the Serenity Prayer I felt an energy flow through me. There were at least thirty people in that circle and they were all asking for help in battling their demons. Yet I did not feel self-pity, angst or sadness; I felt hope, love and joy. I was all out of optimism and wishful thinking was a thing of the past. This positive vibe was injected into me through the calloused husk of my despair. It only lasted a few seconds, but it provided me with the flicker of faith I needed to go another day. Sometimes that’s all you need.

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I dug out another one of my old clunkers to accompany this;

 

THE TWELVE STEPPERS

These broken people.

A collection of lost souls.

I love them dearly.

This motley crew of misfits.

They are my people.

My tribe.

 

I entered, a shattered man.

A miserable and fearful wretch.

They accepted me,

Embraced me.

They offered me hope.

They showed me a path.

 

The road was rough.

The medicine was hard to take.

The truth can be terrifying.

Almost impossible to face.

But slowly the magic happened.

The imaginary monsters lost their power.

 

I drink the wisdom from these rooms.

Knowledge from the horse’s mouth.

Tales from the trenches.

Laughter, tears, guidance.

This is my classroom.

Learning to live.

 

We’re all in this together.

We all share the struggle.

We lean on each other.

Many think we are strange.

Is honesty so strange?

These flawed people.

 

They saved my life!

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