{"id":66849,"date":"2020-06-27T15:11:48","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:11:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66849"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:11:48","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:11:48","slug":"three-years-ago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/three-years-ago\/","title":{"rendered":"Three years ago"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Amy three years ago,<\/p>\n<p>Lost in an abyss with an undertow<br \/>\nDrinking didn\u2019t work<br \/>\nSmoking mj didn\u2019t work<br \/>\nThe drugs didn\u2019t work<br \/>\nWhat was there left to do?<\/p>\n<p>So proud of you making that call<br \/>\nFinding God in California<br \/>\nBut then a breakdown<br \/>\nA work intrusion<br \/>\nTunneled vision<br \/>\nDidn\u2019t know you could go back<br \/>\nTo old playgrounds and play friends<\/p>\n<p>Bipolar depression out of control<br \/>\nAnxious to continue life<br \/>\nLiterally felt as if you could jump through your skin<br \/>\nDischarged<br \/>\nSober<br \/>\nSober for a few weeks<br \/>\nThen broken, off again<\/p>\n<p>Feeling nothing through the summer,<br \/>\nDidn\u2019t care if you lived or died<br \/>\nApproaching summer\u2019s end<br \/>\nA call to a last resort place<\/p>\n<p>A month at Starlite<br \/>\nA forever sobriety date,<br \/>\nIt works if you work it<br \/>\nOne day at a time.<\/p>\n<p>Obtained clarity<br \/>\nBut still had far to climb<br \/>\nWeekly sessions to breakdown<br \/>\nAnd excavate the past<br \/>\nIdentified original wound<\/p>\n<p>Worked with repair<br \/>\nSometimes with God\u2019s help when remembering to surrender<br \/>\nLessons of<br \/>\nTrust<br \/>\nFaith<br \/>\nCourage<br \/>\nIntegrity<\/p>\n<p>Now three years later<br \/>\nLessons of<br \/>\nJoy and Grace<\/p>\n<p>It works if you work it<br \/>\nAnd you\u2019re entirely worth it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Amy three years ago, Lost in an abyss with an undertow Drinking didn\u2019t work Smoking mj didn\u2019t work The drugs didn\u2019t work What was there left to do? So proud of you making that call Finding God in California But then a breakdown A&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1345,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1345"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66849"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66849\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66998,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66849\/revisions\/66998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}