to know I have value to others just as they have great value to me.
to know that this life isn’t perfect so what makes me think my solutions are going to be?
to be resented, to be disliked, to be an offense if I'm positioned where you want me or have said or done what you want me to say or do.
to let others, especially those closest to me, have their emotions, to not fix them or try to persuade, to know they will be moved through their experience just as I am moved through mine. to realize that the progressive disease of alcoholism is approaching from yet another angle, and it is not the truth. it wants me isolated and marginalized so it can provide (sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly) its relief, which is our death.