Seeing that photo of my infant son, my heart raced. It broke. It clawed at reality. My throat closed up. It choked.
I got sober alone. No 12-step program. No sober friends. Alcohol all around me. Alone.
This inner voice is our guardian angel, our one true, ever devoted, unconditionally loving friend. So why do we ignore it so much?
I had seen my possible future when my grandmother died of liver problems. At the time, I was resigned to the fact that this would be my fate.