Wanse on a lang furgoaten time in ma always hurting life a became sad-rulled, hameliss, nae job, nae family, nae hope A wis a hopeless case jist driftin aimlessly frae pub to hostel; firever hostel to pub spirallin doon yon lonely road tae doom and despair. I thocht masell a Waste of space. A stole, I cheateit a overdosed,' got sexyined, got the electric shock treatment. A wis nockin at Mr Death’s door but he never answered . Noo a thank the Lord for that. A wis meetin ithers jist like me at the hospital whaura wis sexyined a went tae meetins in ma jammies tappit aff wi a dressing goon, whit a sicht a must hae been but listenin tae others, jist like me, a saw a wis hurtin masell. Things changed when I saw that was true. Unsuspected friends started to visit me. After fifteen months I was discharged. I went to live alone but visited family. I got a job on a building site as a labourer. I started taking care, to eat regularly. I learned the Serenity Prayer; of the AA; 'God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.” I became cool calm and collected. I feared naught but most of all I was granted the wisdom To deal with what was hurting me and to live one day at a time. Sobriety and caring became the spark of my creative desire. I started writing… By Aja
The Bugle 