I have a black eye. I am finding a lot of freedom in this black eye. I find freedom in the oddest places with sobriety.
The background of the black eye is that I’m allergic to cats. I petted a cat. The cat also inserted a little kitty nail into my skin…kitty venom then traveled to my eye (one, not both) and I began rubbing it. Much to my surprise the venom and rubbing combo on aging thin skinned eyes produced a shiner.
How is it that I find freedom in this? Back in my drinking days I would have been highly conscientious of a black eye wondering if people thought I got it from drinking and falling down. I had a blanket of shame and guilt around me all the time so worried that people would find out the truth about my addiction.
I love having nothing to hide now. Not even a black eye.
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