2.3.25
My addiction to alcohol consumed my entire life. Everything revolved around it. As busy as my life is now with being conscious of my disease and treating it, I still feel like I have so much more free time. Or maybe I just have a lot more energy to do productive things now that I’m not poisoning myself. Probably a little of both.
A year ago, if anyone told me that I’d be sober and happy today I would have told them I didn’t want to be sober and that I didn’t have a problem with alcohol. At the time I was still in belief of that fucked up delusion. Six months ago, I would have casually brushed it off but not adamantly denied it. Somewhere in my mind thinking “That is what I want”, and knowing I had a problem that I could not fix.
Today I’m happy and proud to be 88 days sober and proud of the path I’m on. Even taking the time to smell the flowers along the way. And I like my new hobbies. I can’t believe I have sober people hobbies; hell must be at least partially frozen over.
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