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And each heart is whispering, “Home, home at last!” ~Thomas Hood

Finding the similarities with the addict in the chair next to us was not usually our first choice upon entering the rooms of recovery. We wanted to be different, not like “them.” Maybe we snorted coke, and they did pain pills. Perhaps we drank every day, and they smoked pot. If we think we are unique then we think we don’t belong, and sadly, the disease wins. The inner addict tries to divide and conquer by pointing out any differences it can find so that we will go back out and use. Yet, even if our minds don’t listen, our hearts do. Our hearts listen to a fellow addict in a way that our minds cannot understand. When we are seated in a C.D.A. meeting, listening with our hearts, we realize that we now are around people who “get us.” We finally feel like we “fit in.” We are home. We are home.

It is my heart that hears the message of recovery.

Today, I choose to listen to my heart and

not the addict in my head.

Our minds are warped into denial and sick thinking that support our continued use.

∼Chemically Dependent Anonymous P 38