The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
With time, and therapy, I learned how.
Maybe he will, too.
Day by day, things have gotten better. I have accepted that at any point, I could get a bad phone call. It took a lot of work, but I truly have accepted the motto of Al-Anon: “I didn’t cause it. I can’t control it, and I can’t cure it.”
But let’s be honest: On any given day, I still wrestle with a smorgasbord of sorrow.
I feel sad: He may die a “death of despair,” and how will I live with that?
I feel anger at the world: Why do we make it so easy and cheap to drink such a toxic, addictive drug?
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