6 years, 10 months and 11 days, or thereabouts
its 7:00 am already and not even light outside. The long nights were conducive to drinking for me. By the end of Feb, 2013, I could tell I was in too deep and had to get out. Again. But that time I decided I would stay out. It was the year I would turn 50 and that milestone was weighing, looming. Would it change me? the real questions was, would I change me?
The answer is yes. I remember at my one month day feeling so accomplished, but also apprehensive, as to whether or not I would stick to my committment to myself. Myself, because I had not told anyone else. Except that's not true. I was on FB at the time, and after a month I felt confident enough to post a meme of a guy drinking with the red bar/circle buster emblem over it.
Alcohol is not part of my life at all anymore. Today is not my anniversary of quitting but it is the anniversary of when I was digging myself further and further in, The long winter days inside alone. Waiting for dawn. Not really caring.
There is a way out; I made the choice.
Here comes the sunlight now. It's going to be another awesome day to be really alive again.