“Still a child, she cries for the moon. And the moon, it seems, won’t have her!”
While in the midst of my addiction, I seemed to vacillate between feeling totally invisible and believing I was the center of the universe. Searching for that elusive balance between the two has become a major part of my recovery. The moon I constantly cried for is, in sobriety, rarely full: it shows me instead its many other phases, and there are lessons in them all. True learning has often followed an eclipse, a time of darkness, but with each cycle of my recovery, the light grows stronger and my vision is clear…
Daily Reflections
Her Broken wing 