Day 2

So I’ve started on a Program called Recovery Way.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I think that’s the point.

In my younger days, I was (looking back) a hothead. My anger was always simmering just below the surface and didn’t take much to bring it out.

Well, that faded as I got into my mid-50s and all was good. Things that used to really p*ss me off now rolled off my back.

Then my daughter died.

I don’t know why, but that anger came raging back. Just like before, the slightest thing p*she’s me off. And I don’t mean, that bugs me. I mean the old my full of fury cussing and carrying on (I will say, I haven’t ever been violent. I’m too big a wuss for that).

I don’t get it. I’m not mad at my daughter. It was just an accident. I AM questioning why God permitted it, when soooooo many people were praying for her recovery.

So, I find myself angry and not knowing what to do about it and, well, my church has this Recovery Way program, so I thought I’d try it.

I’m on day 2. We’ll see.