30 years ago today, January 14, 1990, was the first day of my sobriety. When I first went into recovery I never imagined the notion of 30 years without booze, but one day at a time, I have now been free of the drunken state for 30 years.
If you are an addicted person, let me say that you can get here from there. 30 years used to be 20, then 10, then 5, then 1, then today.
I can't and won't promise you that life will be PERFECT. I can and will promise you that it will be BETTER.
I don't know what yours or anyone else's "hit bottom" is or will be. I CAN tell you what mine was.
On 1/13/90 I had 14 beers in my refrigerator. I had the day off from work and I drank them all. I was lying on my living room floor (where I usually slept) and I woke up momentarily and saw a rat about a foot away from my nose nibbling on a Burger King wrapper that I had just dropped at my ass. It scared the hell out of me. The thought came to me that the friends of mine whom I routinely told to go fuck themselves when they told me that my drinking was a serious problem just might have a point.
I haven't had one sip of alcohol since.
In jest I frequently say that I stopped boozing because I just got tired of trying to take my pants off over my head. I stole that line from Woody Allen.
Anyway, I don't want to say that I'm proud of this, but I am definitely happier now than then.
That's my 2 cents, and quite possibly overpriced t that.
Thanks for reading.
RESIST!
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