Insanity
Tonight we read about the guy who put the whiskey in the milk. Insanity, indeed...
I'm powerless over the thought of a drink popping into my head. It doesn't happen often, maybe 3 or 4 times a year. The thing is, I don't have to entertain the thought. I can pray, call someone, pray, focus on what's in front of me (unless it's alcohol!), pray...
I'm so grateful for the returned sanity!
