I’ve been clean and sober for 1557 days. Sometimes I lose track, yet occasionally all I can do is count the seconds.
I always thought I was destined for jails, institutions, and death, and used to pray that death would come first.
There’s a phrase thrown about—this idea that “my kids will keep me sober”—like my children will fill the hole I tried to fill with whiskey.
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The healthier I get, the more I can convince myself that I am of such sound mind now that I can go ahead and drink. But my husband keeps me accountable.
I am an alcoholic. I didn’t have a problem with drugs. I didn’t do them. I drank and that was enough to get me to my bottom. Until I saw a bag of pot.