10.28.25
Today is a great day. We haven’t gotten to celebrate yet—because, well, adulting and life. But it’s Glen’s one-year sobriety birthday today. Coin, solution, and cake Thursday.
I was lucky enough to meet Glen at inpatient rehab, and we formed a friendship there. Our group stayed in touch after we got back out into the real world, supporting each other through the ups and downs of early recovery.
My circumstances led me to desperately want a sober roommate; his led him to want a bit more private living space. Somehow, it worked perfectly. We’ve built this bonded friendship and sobriety accountability partnership that I’ll be forever grateful for.
When I hear stories about people going back out because they didn’t feel like they had another alcoholic to reach out to, it reminds me not to take what I have at home for granted. Whether one of us needs a quick five-minute vent or a deep, late-night talk, we’ve got each other covered.
I like to text, “Wake up, fucker, I need to spill the tea” or wander out to his sacred workshop, and he’s always there when I need him. I’m pretty sure he knows I’m always here for him too.
Anyway, enough of the mushy shit. Happy fucking birthday, Glen! Sobriety looks damn good on you. Here’s to another 24.
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