Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair

One encounters many types of people at meetings. Alcoholics and addicts are a varied lot. Recently, a women at a meeting expressed her love of poetry. She quoted the 13th. Century poet Rumi. His words from almost a 1000 years ago could have been found in the Big Book. He said, “Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come”.
As addicts we can totally identify with the writings of Rumi. So many of us had tried countless times to stop using our drug of choice. We would go to sleep or get up in the morning vowing that our day would be different. Somewhere during the day we ended up giving in to our addiction. After berating ourselves, we would once again make that vow to stop using drugs or alcohol or food. The cycle of resolve, addictive behavior and remorse was an endless treadmill that we found ourselves on.
Then one day, we encountered the possibility of getting off that treadmill.. We walked into a 12 step room and saw the possibility of a new way of living. For years we had felt little but despair. As we immersed ourselves in the program we uncovered a feeling that we had not experienced for a very long time. That was the feeling of hope.

Personal Reflection: Is there something in my life which is still a caravan of despair?

When I Got In Touch With My Hope I Began To See The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Many of us felt we were one of the hopeless cases. We had tried countless times to stop from giving into our addictions. We had oft repeated, “tomorrow will be better. I promise that this is my last one”. Our lives had become one long string of broken promises. Along the way we had deeply hurt many friends and family members. When we finally entered the program, all of that began to change. Miraculously, our obsession to use began to lift. Days of sobriety turned into weeks and then months. For the first time in a long time we felt that when we said, “tomorrow will be better”, we really believed it. Our hope grew as we began to mend all of those broken promises to ourselves and others. We began to truly be a trustworthy member of the community. In sobriety we discovered that there were still going to be a lot of dark moments. We also knew that during those times, we could tap into our inner light of hope.

Personal Reflection : How did I make contact with hope today?