My 12th anniversary of sobriety is this
week. It seems like two years but it also
seems like forty two. I remember some parts of my first day sober like it were
today. I remember the feelings.. it would all be over soon... it must be a bad dream... I would wake up. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be true
that I was done drinking. It couldn’t be true that my grown children were
visiting me at detox. They all came home to celebrate my youngest son’s birthday.
I was unable to attend the party. That hurt. Did I even get him a gift? I don’t think so. I was too busy being drunk. That day is permanently etched in my brain
because I felt so ashamed. The good part is that this one memory helps keep me
sober today. His birthday is my sobriety date.
May I never forget.
