David's Story
The Rooms
Writing. Recovery. Fellowship.
As a child I was sent to my room, without a voice to reply, or knowing how to reply, to await my outcome.
From childhood bedrooms to prison cells to the Rooms of Recovery - each space shaped who I became.
As a child I was sent to my room, without a voice to reply, or knowing how to reply, to await my outcome. Sometimes the outcome would be full of joy, other times, my outcome would be full of pain.
As a teenager, as I battled with myself to scrape out an identity for myself, coming from a dysfunctional room (home), I was sent to many different rooms (cells!) by those who thought they knew what was best for me.
Within those rooms (prison cells) I found & embraced a lifestyle that I would free me!
Childhood rooms where outcomes swung between joy and pain. Prison cells where a lifestyle promised freedom and delivered the opposite.
Recovery rooms where the hate is gone, the love is strong, and shadows can finally be embraced.
Peace within.
I have found a set of rooms that allow me to be safe, fully free, & be me.
To finally have peace within.
To say I had a love/hate with a room would not be wrong.
Today the hate is gone & the love is strong for I have found a set of rooms that allow me to be safe, fully free, & be me.
The Rooms of Recovery & Fellowship have allowed me to embrace the shadows of my life & to finally have peace within.
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