Today, I remembered many celebrations of Independence Day. Days celebrated in Holland, MI, in Chicago, IL, in Orlando and St. Petersburg, FL and in drunkeness, in sobriety and in prison. Today, I am so grateful to be free. The memories of physical confinement are not good. But the memories of mental and spiritual confinement in alcoholism are terrible nightmares. Today, I know what freedom means. I know what being shackled means. I know what it feels like to be free. I would rather be free and starving than imprisoned in my mind and imprisoned in luxury.
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