There is something magical for me in admitting to myself and the universe what my problem is. It definitely goes against the idea that vulnerability and weakness are never to be shown, and idea I spent a great deal of my life enforcing.

But sobriety requires me to not keep secrets and I think that the act of telling somehow releases the hold whatever the issue has on me. It's a kind of freedom, and it happens every time, no matter how much I think it won't.

And suddenly, whatever the problem or issue, it's just...manageable.

I have to believe that in being honest to someone else about this stuff, I make it impossible to lie to myself about it.

Acceptance is the answer to all my problems, indeed.