When people make choices to not go along with my foolishness, they are rejecting me. But are they? Don’t they have a right to choose peace in their home and environment? The whole communication is charged with my resentment now. I was staying with someone and they told me if I continued to come home loaded, they were going to ask me to leave. I did it anyway, ignoring the warning. I was kicked out the their house and found myself at the Midnight Mission with bed bugs and a restless night. I had no one to blame but myself, but my mind would not let go of the idea that I was rejected, I was put out, I was miserable, and it was someone else’s fault. I asked her, “How can you call yourself a Christian and throw me out on the street?” But when asked the question, “How would you have dealt with it?” I laughed and said that I would have kicked me out too. I realize that relapse is a part of my recovery, over and over again. The saddest part of addiction is that the obsessive compulsive behavior disorder is on full display all the time. I am trying to use the same mind to reason my way out. The real idea is that you need to let go of the old mind and allow new ideas, emotions, and perceptions to govern your life. Principles before personality becomes the remedy.