I just reached 18 months sober — and I’m not slacking this time. The last time I hit one year, I got complacent… and I relapsed. Today, with a year and seven months under my belt, I’m showing up differently. I’m in meetings every single day. I’m practicing my principles in all areas of my life. And I’m truly grateful for this second chance — because I almost didn’t get one.
My wake-up call was ending up in the emergency room with alcohol poisoning. My family was traumatized. I could’ve died. That moment made it crystal clear: I have a serious, life-threatening problem, and I can never afford to take my recovery lightly again.
So now, every day I wake up is a gift I’ll never take for granted. God gave me another chance, and I plan to honor it — one day at a time. 
