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“One day at a time” Most would associate that phrase with Recovery.

That’s what I did. Thirty one years ago.

Someone recently said to me, that it’s a daily struggle.

My story.

Briefly.

I was five years old, when I had my first taste of beer (my dad drank) I loved it, from first sip.

Age Eleven. I was smoking cigarettes and Weed.

My Twenties. Snorting Coke with a group of friends, on Payday/Friday, was a regular, seemingly, normal thing.

Then came, Crack. One day, one party and one pull. I was hooked for two years.

I did whatever I had to, to get that rock.

A lot happened in those two years. Mostly filthy, degrading and violent.

I long for none of it.

Beer.

It would be the one thing, from those days, that I know, I can’t have just one of.

Note: While in rehab, I had planned to drink beer once I “Got Out”

My “One day at a time” for a long time has been Life.

Especially when I get that slap of Reality.

In the form of some words, a phrase or an opinion.

I hurt, When I think of the lack of Unity that exists, within our own Race. Communities and families.

I feel the weight of the World.

And have a greater appreciation for those who fought and died for Us.

How did they find the Courage to do what wasn’t, Trendy?

I hurt more, ’cause it seems, We are good and that all is, OK and Just.

And if you think we’ve come far,

“You are either, Delusional or White”

✌🏾✊🏾💪🏽

Yvette