It spoke to me one thousand times.
It patiently awaited my arrival.
There was nothing I could do to shut it down.
Nothing I could do to kill it.
It was forever knocking at the entry way of my mind, my heart.
I tried my best to slam the door shut.
Somehow in the wanting to feel good, I managed to accomplish feeling bad—a lot.
Somehow in the wanting to feel normal, mostly I felt confusion about what normal was.
Until I was ready to let Love in I would be a prisoner of my own making. Trapped in a body, a life, a mind that I wished was different.
Until I let Love in, I never knew how beautiful I already was.
Love coming in meant Love coming out.
The more Love came out the more Love was replenished.
I had found a cure to my dilemma of alcoholism.
It was self-Love.
There was no substitute for Love, try as I did.
I am grateful it spoke to me one thousand times and more.
The best choice I ever made was to listen.
The best choice I still make is to listen.