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Incense

Gold and silver are not beautiful and pure until heat is applied. The dross then comes to the surface so that it can be skimmed off. Diamonds, before the chisel, are inert, ugly rocks. Incense, without fire, has no sweet smell.

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One Day at a Time (ODAAT)

I have often heard old-timers say, “One day at a time.” At first I didn’t understand. I was struggling so hard to string together even a few days of sobriety. I thought that when I reached 30 days, I had arrived. I just didn’t understand what it meant to have sobriety, just for today.

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My Seventh Step Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, Give me self-worth to replace my selfishness, and self-esteem to replace my self-centeredness.

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SA Lima, Peru Celebrates One Year

My name is Marjorie; I’m a sexaholic with 11 years of SA sobriety. I entered SA in Montreal and have attended groups in Minneapolis-St. Paul, Colorado Springs, and Los Angeles. When I came to Peru I thought my only way of connecting with others would be by Internet.

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“White Book” Comes to Russia

Sexaholism does not care about nationality, politics, or religion. I am Russian—and I’m a good example of that. At the end of the 80s, observing the collapse of Communism, I found myself left with a deep sense of frustration, resentment, and fear.

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Nothing to Hide

My rock bottom was struck in 1999 when my daughter stumbled across some online chat I left on my computer. For some, suicide is the ultimate rock bottom. For me, losing the respect of my children in this manner was far worse.

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Mr. Moon

Much of my life was like the moon. I was the largest and brightest object in the night sky. There is only one moon and nothing shined as bright as me. From my vantage, I was all-seeing and all-knowing.

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Respecting Myself

Mixed face-to-face meetings are a great place for me to learn to respect myself in the presence of men. I have the option to go to a women-only meeting, but I have found (after hiding out in that women’s meeting for a year or two) that the mixed face-to-face meetings are 10 times better for my recovery and healing.

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I Choose Faith

February 11th, 2008 Journal Entry: I let myself float off into the beginnings of lust this morning. But this time, strangely, I had an awareness of choice: an awareness of two worlds. The first was dark, although in my addiction it could seem bright and be full of expectation and excitement.

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