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Endigar 982

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 20, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Aug 07:

I’ve heard my Al-Anon friends refer to Steps Ten, Eleven, and Twelve as “maintenance” Steps. But I don’t want to merely maintain where I was when I completed Step Nine. This is not time to stagnate! Instead, I call them “growth” Steps. No matter how old I get, these last three Steps let me continue to challenge myself.

I tested this theory of mine when my spouse and I retired. I have more time now to meddle in others’ affairs, worry about our health, worry about finances, worry about world conditions, or to put it bluntly, just more time to go back to my old “stinking thing.” But with the help of these Steps, I find I also have more time to be aware of the extraordinary benefits of personal growth, with my Higher Power ever there to guide me and give me strength. Only with this increasing conscious contact with my God, can I live as I want to today.

The icing on the cake has been that I have more time to carry the message of this beautiful way of life. Some of my most pleasant memories, not to mention the times of greater growth, have come from this sharing with others and in giving service to my group and to Al-Anon as a whole.

Today’s Reminder

With the help of the Steps, I need never be stuck again.

“Be not afraid of growing slowly, Be afraid only of standing still.” ~ Chinese Proverb

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There was a time when the word maintenance felt like a settling—a quiet surrender to inertia. But I have learned, as the light of recovery grows steadier, that what some call maintenance, I experience as movement. Steps Ten, Eleven, and Twelve are not the end of the journey, nor are they merely a way to keep my spiritual tires inflated—they are the path of transformation itself. They are the rhythm of continued becoming.

When I first completed Step Nine, I felt something shift. A burden lifted, yes—but more than that, a space opened up inside me. And it didn’t ask for preservation. It asked for filling. For deeper honesty, deeper communion with my Higher Power, and deeper service. If I had stopped then, I might have become polished on the outside but hollow within. Instead, the invitation came clear: Grow.

Retirement brought unexpected challenges—more time to think, to meddle, to worry. The old fears found room again to rehearse their monologues. But I had tools now. I had the quiet daily practices of Steps Ten and Eleven—the gentle review of my inner world and the simple, sacred reaching toward God. These Steps became a compass when I felt adrift, a grounding when the old chaos tried to disguise itself as productivity.

And then there’s Step Twelve. The one that reminds me: this isn’t just for me. Carrying the message—whether in a quiet word over coffee or chairing a meeting—expands the gifts of recovery beyond my small life. It opens the windows again and again. It reminds me that joy doesn’t come from perfect circumstances, but from shared truth. I’ve been lifted more in giving than in receiving. Some of the most unexpected grace has shown up when I thought I was the one doing the helping.

Today, I don’t want to maintain—I want to be renewed. I want to be surprised by my own willingness to grow. That’s the miracle: this way of life doesn’t grow old, even as I do. It keeps inviting me, day after day, into the better version of myself—one that walks in humility, serves in love, and listens for the voice of God in every small moment.

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Endigar 981

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 19, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Aug 06:

I dreamt that I was trapped in a burning room. This smoke filled the air, and the only exit door was blocked by fire. As I gasped for breath, a hand appeared behind the flames, beckoning me to come. I knew that freedom, light, and air were on the other side of that door, and that certain death awaited me if I remained. Still, I hesitated. how could I walk through the fire?

Sometimes I feel the same way about the challenges I face in my waking life. Even when my position is hopeless and my Higher Power beckons, urging me to take a risk, I still hesitate, hoping for a miracle. I forgot that the miracle is already here. Today, thanks to Al-Anon, I have a Higher Power who is always here. Today, thanks to Al-Anon, I have a Higher Power who is always there for me, helping me to cope with my fears and find new, effective solutions to my problems. Thus, I am taken beyond the problems that once held me hostage. I am free to act or not to act, to take a chance, to hold off on a decision, to make choices that feel right.

Today’s Reminder

It takes courage to step beyond what is comfortable, predictable, and known. Courage is a gift from my Higher Power that I find in the rooms of Al-Anon and in the hearts of its members.

“Courage faces fear and thereby masters it.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

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There are days when the fear feels cellular—like it was encoded in me before I ever had words for it. I can feel it tighten in my gut, that old companion of anxiety, whispering the same terrible stories: You’re not safe. You’re not capable. You’re not enough.
These aren’t rational fears. They’re relics—ghosts from the house I grew up in, where silence was loud, and love came with conditions. The damage wasn’t just environmental—it was spiritual. A haunting, inherited unease, as if I had been born already braced for impact.

In recovery, we often speak of fear as False Evidence Appearing Real, but when your nervous system was forged in chaos, the illusion feels like reality. Like being caught in a dream where the walls are on fire, and the exits are hidden behind emotional debris. Even when the flames are illusion, the burn is real.

But there is something remarkable that happens in the 12 Step program. I begin to awaken. Slowly. The nightmare begins to fade. Not because the fear disappears, but because I start to see it for what it is: a shadow from the past, not a command in the present.

When I hesitate, when I freeze before the next step, I try to remember—I am no longer alone. There is a Presence now. A Higher Power who does not demand I be fearless but invites me to be faithful. A Power that doesn’t just reside in some cosmic realm but shows up in quiet meetings, in the trembling voice of a newcomer, in the nod of someone who has walked through their own fire and lived.

The miracle isn’t that the fear is gone. The miracle is that I don’t have to obey it.

Now I am allowed to pause without shame. To act without certainty. To risk a better outcome than the one fear predicted.
This courage is not manufactured—it’s gifted. And like all spiritual gifts, it flows best when shared. So, I keep showing up, lending my presence to the room, hoping someone else might see in me what I see in them: not a broken survivor of a fire, but a living ember of healing light.

And that’s how we pass through the flames—together.

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Endigar 980

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 18, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Aug 05:

Resentments poisoned most of my waking hours before I found Al-Anon. I could keep a fire under a resentment for days, or years, by constantly justifying why I felt the way I did. Today, although it is important to notice my feelings, I don’t have to continually rehearse and re-hears my grievances. It’s not necessary to keep reviewing how I have been hurt, to assign blame, or to determine damages.

Ultimately, I may not resolve everything with the person in question – though that might be pleasant if it came to pass. I just want to be rid of the resentment because it prevents me from experiencing joy. I try to shift my energy to where it will do some good. I apply Steps Six and Seven because, to me, the way to let go of resentment is to turn to my Higher Power. I want to become entirely ready to have my Higher Power lift it, and I humbly ask for help.

Today’s Reminder

If I am holding a resentment, I can simply ask for relief, for peace of mind in the present moment. I will remind myself that this relief will come in God’s time. Then I can grow quiet, be patent, and wait.

“No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.” ~ George Jean Nathan

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Before Al-Anon, I lived like a blacksmith of bitterness—hammering my pain on the anvil of justification. I would feed the flames of my resentments with stories, evidence, indignation. I needed them to feel real, to feel righteous. In some twisted way, they gave me purpose. They made me feel strong… or at least not powerless.

But over time, I began to notice that these resentments weren’t armor—they were acid. They didn’t protect me; they corroded my joy. They poisoned my quiet moments and shadowed my attempts at peace. They stole the present by chaining me to a past I couldn’t change and a future I feared repeating.

In recovery, I’ve come to understand that my feelings are valid, but they are not sovereign. I don’t have to kneel at their altar every time they cry out. I don’t have to rehearse the injury or assign moral scores. I don’t have to play judge and jury in a courtroom where I am both plaintiff and prisoner.

I ask my Higher Power to lift it—to take this burden from my hands and replace it with peace, even if it’s just for now. And sometimes, that’s enough.

Sometimes, all I need is to stop fanning the fire. To grow still. To wait in patience and trust.

Because the miracle isn’t that the resentment vanishes overnight.

The miracle is that I am no longer alone with it.

“If you have a resentment you want to be free of, if you will pray for the person or the thing that you resent, you will be free. If you will ask in prayer for everything you want for yourself to be given to them, you will be free. Ask for their health, their prosperity, their happiness, and you will be free. Even when you don’t really want it for them and your prayers are only words and you don’t mean it, go ahead and do it anyway. Do it every day for two weeks and you will find you have come to mean it and to want it for them, and you will realize that where you used to feel bitterness and resentment and hatred, you now feel compassionate understanding and love.” ~ Alcoholics Anonymous, 4th Edition, page 552 (3rd Edition, page 544)

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Endigar 975

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 13, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Aug 02:

My overwhelming desire for control becomes glaringly obvious when I am tempted to control my group. I decide that I know what is best for all of us, or that I am the only one who truly understands the Traditions, or that I know what newcomers need to hear and I alone must make sure they hear it. I may view this as a finely-developed sense of responsibility, but my attitudes and actions still amount to a form of dominance.

The Second Tradition says, “For our group purpose there is but one authority – a loving God as He may express Himself in our group conscience. Our leaders are but trusted servants; they do not govern.” We strive to conduct our meetings as a fellowship of equals and to practice rotation of leadership. No single member has the right to take charge.

When I insist upon having my way, I am tampering with the spiritual nature of Al-Anon as a whole. Just as my Higher Power guides me in my daily life, a Power greater than myself is working within my group through the voices of its members.

Today’s Reminder

I am only one voice in a thriving worldwide fellowship. When in doubt, I will defer to the wisdom of the group conscience.

“Any attempt to manage or direct is likely to have disastrous consequences for group harmony.” ~ Alcoholism, the Family Disease

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In recovery, I often confront the illusion of control—the feeling that I must be the one to steer the ship, to manage the course of others, and to mold situations to fit my vision of how things should unfold. This impulse, disguised as responsibility, betrays my underlying need for dominance. It’s a need rooted in fear, a fear that if I do not assert my way, things will fall apart, that others will falter in ways I cannot control.

The Second Tradition helps me to recognize that the true power within our fellowship is not rooted in one individual’s will but in the collective guidance of a Higher Power, expressed through the voices and experiences of all those present. The Tradition gently reminds me that we are all equals here, each a thread in the fabric of a larger tapestry, woven together by a shared purpose: healing and growth.

The group conscience is the true guide here, and in my moments of doubt or uncertainty, it is the wisdom of the collective that I must trust. My voice is one among many, and when I am tempted to push others into my vision of the best route, I risk overshadowing the very essence of fellowship. In recovery, I am reminded that my role is not to lead alone but to serve in connection, not to manage but to listen, to surrender my need for control and allow the group’s collective wisdom to shape the path forward.

And so, when I am tempted to take charge, I pause. I breathe. I listen. And I defer to the wisdom of the group, trusting that in doing so, I align myself with the spiritual force that guides our shared journey.

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Endigar 971

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 6, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Jul 29:

Al-Anon is a spiritual program based on no particular religion, and no religious belief is required. To those of us who have had less than wonderful experiences with religion in the past, this freedom is important. Spirituality doesn’t have to imply a particular philosophy or moral code; it simply means that there is a Power greater than ourselves upon which we can come to rely. Whether we call this a Higher Power, God, good orderly direction, Allah, the universe, or another name, it is vital to our recovery that we come to believe in a Power greater than ourselves (Step Two). Until we do, the rest of the Steps will not make much sense.

This Higher Power might be likened to the electricity that operates the lights and machinery of our recovery. It’s not necessary to understand what electricity actually is to enjoy its use – all we need to do is turn on the switch!

Today’s Reminder

I may be seeking a more loving God in who I can place my trust, or facing a challenge that puts my long-established beliefs to a test, or struggling with the very idea of a Higher Power. Whatever I believe, I can pray for greater faith today. Just that little act of willingness can work miracles.

“When I have at last realized that my problems are too big to solve by myself . . . I need not be alone with them if I am willing to accept help from a Higher Power.” ~ Al-Anon’s Twelve Steps & Twelve Traditions

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When I first walked into the recovery rooms, the mention of a “Higher Power” stirred something unsettled inside me. The wounds I carried from past religious experiences were still fresh in many places, and I didn’t want to trade one dogma for another. But the 12 Step program didn’t ask me to convert, confess, or conform. It asked only that I be willing.

Willing to believe that maybe—just maybe—I wasn’t the highest authority in my life.

The idea that I didn’t have to define my Higher Power in religious terms gave me permission to breathe again. In my darkest moments, I had already exhausted the power of self. I had been trying to fix what was broken using the very mind and habits that were shaped by the chaos. And when that stopped working—when control gave out and my answers failed me—there was space for something else.

Today, I don’t have to understand my Higher Power. I only need to use the switch—to ask, to pause, to listen, to reach beyond myself. My recovery doesn’t require theological precision. It requires honesty, openness, and a flicker of willingness.

Sometimes, I don’t even know what I’m praying to. I just know that the act of reaching outward and upward does something. It opens my clenched fists. It interrupts my spirals. It softens my self-reliance.

And maybe that’s the miracle.

Recovery has taught me that spirituality is not about arriving at certainty. It’s about showing up with humility, again and again, asking for help. And when I do that—even when my faith is the size of a mustard seed—I am not alone. That’s enough for today.

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Endigar 969

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Jul 27:

I take to heart the words in the Suggested Closing that say, ” . . . let there be no gossip or criticism of one another.” I try to leave my judgmental attitude at the door. Unfortunately, I pick it up again the instant I get into my car after the meeting.

Nobody drives well enough to suit me. The car ahead of me goes too slowly, and I am forced to get very close and push it along. The driver behind me does the same to me. Not to be intimidated, I swear at him and rive even slower. Don’t they know my rules of the road? In other words, through constant criticism and expectations of others, I isolate myself and act like a victim.

Whatever happened to practicing the Al-Anon principles in all my affairs? D I really think I can fully reap the benefits of the program by practicing unconditional love for a single hour two or three times a week? It may be a start, but only a start.

Today’s Reminder

I can’t keep thoughts from coming into my head, but I have a choice about whether or not to entertain those thoughts for the next hour. Am I making the choices I want to make, or is habit making my choices for me? A change of attitude means a change in my thinking. I will look at the principles I am practicing today.

“We must alter our lives in order to alter our hearts, for it is impossible to live one way and pray another.” ~ William Law

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Sometimes, ritualized words become mental wallpaper. “Let there be no gossip or criticism of one another.” Is it possible that these words or more than protective role playing to make the meetings a safe place, a v training ground of vulnerability? Could this actually be a spiritual invitation? A compass of sorts. Can the connective words in this circle of overcomers be transformed into daily living? I indeed have difficulty with those who hinder my momentum while I seek to become one with my vehicle’s internal combustion engine. The machine mind pushes me forward. The oracle that is sensitive to the spiritual quest is tucked away. Death becomes my god. The merciless clock becomes an angelic enforcer of “productive” isolation.

The truth is, these aren’t random acts of frustration—they’re patterns of isolation disguised as righteousness. They’re me choosing indignation over serenity. They’re me handing the steering wheel over to habit instead of principle. I say I want recovery. But how do I expect to receive the promises if I only practice the program when it’s easy—inside a meeting room, for a single protected hour? This work isn’t about performance; it’s about transformation. And transformation requires more than nodding along when the readings are comforting. It requires gut-level honesty when my defects show up at 45 mph with the blinker still on.

I can pause and intelligently ask: Am I willing to grow past the hour-long serenity? Can I bring the same grace I show a trembling newcomer into my interactions with strangers who don’t follow “my rules”? My mind will think what it thinks—but I have agency over what I dwell on, what I feed, and what I choose to let go.

I wish to release my apish grunts. I pause. I look at my thoughts. I ask if they’re rooted in love or in fear, in connection or in control. And if they’re not the thoughts I want to live by, I don’t have to follow them down the road.

Recovery is available in every lane—if I’m willing to yield to it.

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Endigar 966

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Jul 25:

After years of letting people take advantage of me, I had built up quite a store of anger, resentment, and guilt by the time I found Al-Anon. So many times I wanted to bite off my tongue after saying, “Yes,” when I really wanted to say, “No.” Why did I continue to deny my own feelings just to gain someone’s approval?

As I worked the Al-Anon program, the answer became apparent: What I lacked was courage. In the Serenity Prayer I lean that courage is granted by my higher Power, so that is where I turned first. Then it was up to me to do my part. Was I willing to try to learn to say, “No,” when I meant no? Was I willing to accept that not everyone would be thrilled with this change? Was I willing to face the real me behind the people-pleasing image? Fed up with volunteering to be treated like a doormat, I squared my shoulders and answered, “Yes.”

Today’s Reminder

It is not always appropriate to reveal my every thought, especially when dealing with an active alcoholic. But do I make a conscious choice about what I say? And when it is appropriate, do I say what I mean and mean what I say? If not, why not? All I have to offer anyone is my own experience of the truth.

“There is a prince that is too great to pay for peace . . . One cannot pay the price of self-respect.” ~ Woodrow Wilson

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I know what it’s like to say “yes” when everything in me is screaming “no,” and then carry the weight of that quiet betrayal inside myself. The approval I was chasing always came at too high a price: my peace, my boundaries, my dignity.

Recovery taught me that this pattern wasn’t just about weakness—it was about survival. Somewhere along the line, I had internalized the idea that my value came from being agreeable, accommodating, small. But underneath that surface compliance, I was stockpiling rage and shame. I was afraid to be honest, because honesty might have made me look unlovable, or even worse—disposable.

When I started practicing the program, the word courage hit differently. It wasn’t a grand, dramatic thing. It was quiet. Steady. A spiritual muscle I had to learn to flex. Turning to a Higher Power helped me realize I didn’t have to conjure that courage on my own. It was something I could receive—if I was willing.

Learning to say “no” with love—not defiance, not bitterness, just clarity—has been one of the most sacred disciplines of my recovery. And letting go of the fantasy that I could please everyone freed me to meet the real version of myself. Not the one polished up for applause, but the one who breathes deeply, speaks truth, and trusts that that’s enough.

Today, I ask myself—not out of judgment, but out of care—Why am I saying this? Who is it serving? Am I betraying myself to stay in someone else’s good graces? And I remember: the truth I’ve lived through, the healing I’ve done, the boundary I draw—that’s all I have to give. That is my offering. And it’s enough.

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Endigar 961 ~ The Water We Try to Hold

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 27, 2025 by endigar

From Courage to Change of Jul 20:

In the past, joy was a rare visitor to many of us. Al-Anon recovery often leads us to find it more frequently. But instead of sitting back and enjoying these pleasant moments, we tend to cling desperately to happiness, trying to freeze time and hold change at bay, as if our joy will be snatched away forever the moment our guard is down. We can become too busy avoiding change to enjoy the gifts we fear to lose. By clutching at what we most want to keep, we lose it all the more rapidly.

Change is inevitable. We can depend on that. When we become willing to accept change, we make room for a loving God. By letting go of our efforts to influence the future, we become freer to experience the present, to feel all of our feelings while they are happening, and to more fully enjoy those precious moments of joy with which we are blessed.

Today’s Reminder

Today I will try to open myself to receive the abundance God holds out to me by experiencing what is and allowing God to diced what will be.

“The harder we try to catch hold of the moment, to seize a pleasant sensation . . . , the more elusive it becomes. . .. It is like trying to clutch water in one’s hands – the harder one grips, the faster it slips through one’s fingers.” ~ Alan Watts

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Litany Against Fear ~ Frank Herbert through his work, Dune

Joy has often felt like an intruder—unexpected, fragile, and fleeting. In those days, I didn’t know how to welcome it. But recovery has shown me that joy doesn’t have to be a stranger. It can live here, with me. It can visit often. But when it does, a part of me still panics. A part of me thinks: This won’t last. Something will go wrong. I have to hold on tight, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And that’s when the grip begins. I tense. I try to freeze time. I try to control the uncontrollable—because underneath that beautiful feeling is an old fear: that if I relax, if I trust, joy will slip away like it always has.

But here’s the truth recovery teaches me gently, again and again: clutching doesn’t preserve joy—it strangles it. Like water in my palms, the more I try to keep it, the more quickly it escapes. I become so focused on protecting the gift, I forget to experience it.

Change is inevitable. Loss and gain, fear and joy, are part of the same breath. But when I soften my grip—when I allow change, allow joy, allow pain—I also make space for grace. I make room for a loving God to surprise me. Not with a perfectly controlled life, but with a deeper peace, even in the chaos.

I choose not to chase joy or hoard it. I will receive it as it comes and let it go as it must. I will trust that more is always on the way. I will be present, not because it guarantees happiness, but because it honors the truth: that this moment is sacred, and it’s enough.

Recovery isn’t about building a fortress around my joy—it’s about learning to swim in it, even as the tide shifts.

And so, I open my hands. I let both fear and joy pass over and through me.

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Endigar 960 ~ Step Three

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 26, 2025 by endigar

Step Three: “Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.”

3rd Step Principle: Our free will must be activated in trust for our Higher Power to channel Its creative life force through us. (Principles after the First Step are constructed from personal reflection and acceptance. Use my version or formulate your own.)

AA Extracted Value: Faith

ACA Extracted Values: Willingness & Accepting Help

Other Extracted Values: Spirituality

I used to think surrender meant weakness—like giving up, backing down, or losing control. But Step Three isn’t about giving up—it’s about handing over. Not in fear, but in faith. It’s the first time I truly tested the idea that something greater than me might actually want what’s best for me.

This step asked me to decide—not to fully understand, not to perfect a belief system, not even to feel spiritual, but simply to activate my free will in the direction of trust. That was enough to begin.

My will had been running the show for so long—driven by fear, ego, shame, and the desperate need to protect myself from pain. I thought I was strong because I was in charge. But what I really was… was exhausted. I wasn’t free. I was trapped in my own survival mechanisms. Step Three invited me to consider another possibility: that there might be a Life Force, a God, a Higher Power—not only bigger than me, but also kinder than I could imagine.

The principle behind this step hits home: Our free will must be activated in trust for our Higher Power to channel Its creative life force through us. That truth rearranged something inside me. My will isn’t the problem—it’s the isolation in which I tried to use it that caused the pain. Step Three offers a path where my will doesn’t have to be erased, only aligned. That means I still get to show up. I still get to choose. But now, my choices are made in partnership, not panic.

Faith is the AA value, and it’s the word that probably scared me the most when I got here. It sounded abstract, soft, maybe even naive. But in practice, faith became something simple: a willingness to keep walking even when I didn’t know the way.

In ACA, the values extracted are Willingness and Accepting Help—both of which were muscles I hadn’t used in years. Willingness meant being open to change, to guidance, to not knowing. Accepting help meant admitting I couldn’t heal alone—and trusting that help wouldn’t humiliate me. That felt revolutionary.

And Spirituality—the value that quietly hums beneath all of this—isn’t about religion or doctrine. It’s about connection. It’s about believing that my life has meaning beyond my mistakes. That there is something alive in me that’s worth protecting, nurturing, and guiding.

Step Three is a decision—a quiet but powerful one. A shift from fear to faith. From control to connection. From surviving alone to living in relationship with a Source greater than myself. I don’t always do it perfectly. But every time I choose trust over terror, even for a moment, something holy happens.

And I keep deciding. One day, one step, one surrender at a time.

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Endigar 955 ~ Step Two

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2025 by endigar

Step Two: “Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.”

2nd Step Principle: My need for the ability to tell the true from the false with a whole and sane mind is the beginning of my connection with an untapped Power greater than myself. (Principles after the First Step are constructed from personal reflection and acceptance. Use my version or formulate your own.)

AA Extracted Value: Hope

ACA Extracted Values: Open-mindedness & Clarity

Other Extracted Values: Awareness

There was a time when the word sanity felt like a distant, almost mythical concept—something reserved for others who didn’t carry the chaos I carried inside. But Step Two invites me to gently question the assumptions I’ve lived under. It doesn’t demand immediate belief. It doesn’t threaten or corner. It offers a possibility. That’s all—just maybe. Maybe I don’t have to stay lost. Maybe there is a way out. Maybe I don’t have to figure it all out on my own anymore.

That possibility is where hope begins.

The principle that struck me most is this: the ability to tell the true from the false. That sounds simple, but in the fog of dysfunction—especially as an adult child—it’s not. In fact, it might be the most difficult and most essential gift I can receive. In my old patterns, I confused love with control, guilt with responsibility, chaos with aliveness, and emotional numbness with safety. That distortion of truth was the insanity I was operating under.

So when I consider a Power greater than myself, I think of clarity. Not lightning bolts or grand visions, but the quiet power that lets me see the next right thing clearly. That lets me pause, breathe, and ask, “Is this true?” That helps me discern the real from the reactive. That kind of clarity is divinely sane.

Hope isn’t fantasy. Hope doesn’t float. It leans in. Like the metaphor of archery, hope isn’t just pointing in the right direction. It’s breath control. It’s stillness. It’s trust in the strength of your own arm guided by something beyond it. There is discipline in it. There is surrender, yes—but it’s not passive. It’s a relational act. I do my part by aiming well. My Higher Power does the rest by allowing grace to guide the arrow.

I’ve spent years aiming blindly, without realizing my sights were misaligned. I’ve hoped for things that weren’t mine to carry. I’ve hoped without action. That’s not hope. That’s despair dressed in a costume. True hope is choosing to keep aiming, keep breathing, and trust that if I keep showing up with willingness, I will hit something real, something healing. Maybe not today. But the arc is shifting. The mind is clearing. And I’m learning to tell the true from the false.

That, to me, is the first flicker of sanity.

And that flicker is enough for today.

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