Next Thursday I celebrate one year of continuous sobriety.
It’s not the first time I’ve done this, but I’m hoping it’s the last time I do.
It surprises me pretty much every time I get days put together. How am I doing this? Is someone else carrying me? Is it my sponsor? Is it my Second Step? Is it my family? Is it my friends?
Then I remember. No. It’s me.
Those of us in sobriety, those of us fighting our mental health, we’re getting a lot of help from others. Whether doctors, fellowship friends, coworkers, family. But we’re the ones who are asking for the help to do the sober thing, to do the mental wellness and sobriety thing.
I’m starting to get this recovery thing in earnestness. Not just in name only. Today I get to be hopeful and help others feel hopeful. The twelfth step of anonymous communities is integral to any recovery. To carry a message of hope to those still sick and suffering. And today? I don’t feel like I’m suffering. So maybe I’ll get this. And help others get this, too.
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