274 days

In the space of two years, I’ve gone from:

Hoping the next drink would kill me,

to

Losing everything and wishing I was dead,

to

Professionals and friends trying to convince me life is worth living – but I’m not listening,

to

Getting sober,

to

Professionals and friends trying to convince me life is worth living – but now I’m listening,

to

Convincing myself life is worth living,

to

Two short lapses and cursing myself.

to

Professionals and friends trying to convince me life is worth living – but I may try listening again,

to

Surpassing and smashing my previous sober time of 7.5 months and life is good,

to

Getting anxious, and stressed, but using all my tools to stay sober and start volunteering. With a plan, life is scary but ok,

to

Sticking to the plan, no matter how frightening and keeping my nerve. Life is getting exciting,

to

Being trusted and respected enough that the plan is becoming a dream. But it’s reality because I made it reality,

to

My son telling me he loves me, and that he’s proud of me,

To be continued – at some point.

It all started with hoping the next drink would kill me. Alot can happen in two years. I’m loving life right now, no matter how frightening and terrifying. There’s not enough time in the day to fit all this amazing stuff in. I haven’t even started yet.



A lot can happen in two years. I’m loving life right now, no matter how frightening and terrifying. There’s not enough time in the day to fit all this amazing stuff in. I haven’t even started yet.

If you think you can’t do it – you’re dead wrong. You can and you will.

Take care, everyone xx