The First Hour

I'm lying here, staring blankly at a barren ceiling. Emptiness fills my mind with thoughts of despair. The darkness of night is beginning to blanket the room. Obscurity, mocking me straight into my eyes and mind taking away the minuscule amount of happiness left over from another passing day.

Really, where has life taken me? This moment was never in my plans. What is my purpose? No one has an ounce of trust in me. What should I do now? Reality seems to be such a cruel world to live in.

The first vicious battle has been won, but does the war ever end?

Now looking out a slightly frosted window I see a single star brightly glaring amongst a thinly clouded night sky. I am no longer alone in this sea of dejection. Light from a single star has ignited positivity in my mind and emotions.

Is this a new beginning? The dust of massive destruction is starting to clear. Am I born again? This is the first hour of a new life. Where shall I begin? Admission that I have a problem is my initial step.

The ladder has been placed solidly in the ground.

My new-found friend is becoming ever so slightly stronger.

Sobriety, where have you been all my life? My name is Jonathan. It is a pleasure to meet you.