Last night my youngest child had a stomach virus and woke me up several times. One of the times I woke up with dream thoughts immersed in one of my more troublesome character defects. I tried to pray several times but struggled as I didn't have control of my mental faculties. Unfortunately an acquaintance that seems to be too interested in me entered into this malaise. I exerted myself to resist and surrender like a child and escaped.

It has been a very busy week and I have not been able to keep up my reviews again. There have been several events and thoughts that I desperately wanted to keep track of. I will attempt it now. My hope is that if I pray and start writing that it will all come back to me.

One of the days this week, perhaps Tuesday or Wednesday, I had a substantial shift in my prayer structure. This was repeated again another day, but I am not sure that I remember it now. I also had some significant thoughts about sanity and sobriety. But, I don't remember them either. I told my wife this week that I believe that I have brain damage. <---self pity!?

I thought about how I went through the 5 stages of grief in my addiction. Today I read in the Kubler-Ross website that she recognized that these stages occur over many life crises.

Thanks be to God.