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I struggle each day for a topic to blog about. I have things that press upon my mind, emotions that spill over that I pour out onto the page to exorcize from my brain or my heart. I am, sometimes, moved to document my disease progression for posterity. Sometimes, something I've read strikes me and I'm compelled to share my thoughts. Like when I'm reading my AA material, my Bible, or the like. I also take cues from a book that my dad gave to me designed to document your life. That can be difficult. Especially, the ones about family. My family life has been painful to me, particularly the early days.

It's difficult to put my thoughts and feelings out there for all to see and dissect. I've made a life of keeping my thoughts to myself, except in matters of AA and to keep my sobriety. My AA sponsor probably knows me best, then my husband, and doesn't he get me half the time. My family, and I do love them, are very judgemental .and use information to gain control. We are all control freaks, raised to it as good alcoholics and/or alanonics, and I won't reveal who is what. It's their path to figure out who is what and what to do about it. Or not, as they chose.  

In my blog, you get me, as unfiltered as I dare, but by all means, you don't get 100-percent of me. Nobody does. For example, I don't have any idea how to broach the depth of my love for my husband or my daughter or even my cat (who never spoke a cross word to me).  

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