I had a reminder yesterday. “Everyday I wake up an untreated alcoholic.”
I’m trying to remember that. It’s so easy to not go to meetings. After all I was dry for two years, why do I need a meeting? And then I go and I’m reminded. The solidarity. The not alone-ness of being sober vs dry.
It catches me by surprise, but I have to go to meetings. It’s too easy to slip back into being dry and ignoring all the possible problems that could develop therein.
Today I’m (mostly) grateful for sobriety. That’s light years beyond where I was six months and three white chips ago. I’m able to look closer at what the what is, at where I am, at who I am. I’m (mostly) grateful for that.
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