I am grateful for my sobriety because without it I wouldnt have the wonderful life that I do. Without it I wouldnt feel the gratitude I feel. But, also I am very grateful for my bed. 
I LOVE my bed-lol. I am grateful that I understand the importance of self-care. I changed my bedding out yesterday morning and it always makes me feel so giddy to get into bed at night. I love to take a hot shower at the end of a chilly day, get all lotioned up, and climb in between clean cotton sheets. Makes me feel so posh. So spoiled. So loved. Its starting to get colder so I’ve added a wool layer; cotton, wool, and fuzzy fleece. Now, I’m all snuggy drinking my coffee in bed and kicking it with my 18 yr old cat who has seen me through strung out and fucked off to responsible adult. Ive been in between homes a few times and my poor cat was stuck outside in the desert elements at my parents. A few months before I got my own place one of my parents cats got eaten by a coyote and Lola (my cat) was pretty traumatized from it. She lived under my bed for the first year. But now she sleeps on my bed and even hangs out in the living room sometimes. Im able to spoil her now and she has become an inside cat with no interest in going outside anymore. Happy to give her a better life. So, basically I am grateful for my years of steady sobriety, which has afforded me my own place, my awesome bed, my clean sheets, my washer and dryer, my hot water, my toiletries, my creature comforts, my early morning reflections, being given a second chance to take care of my fur baby the right way, and so much, so much more.
Writing this made me remember that in my twenties I used to drink so heavily that I never slept, only passed out, usually on my floor and I would wake up in my own p!ss or crawl to the bathroom to puke until I was empty. And I would take that emptiness and hit the bars with it the next night. For years that was my pattern. I started using meth again to avoid waking up in my own pee or puking until I wanted to die. Instead of quitting alcohol I found a way to keep going. Through the years I had bouts of sobriety. Before I got clean this last time I wasn’t drinking anymore but I was slamming meth and just destroying myself. I always said I’d never pick up a needle and when I crossed that line I broke my own heart, threw myself away in a sense. I am just so grateful to choose life and love for myself everyday. I am grateful that my good choices are starting to break even with my bad and that I can forgive myself for all the cringy sh!t I put myself through. I am grateful for second chances because I’ve had more than my share and I am grateful that I appreciate the life I have. I spent many years high-jacked and oblivious to life’s blessings. It starts with one second, minute, day, then weeks to months to years. Choose to love yourself, and know that the first five years will be raw and very uncomfortable but it does get better. Loving yourself becomes the habit. Love you guys. Keep effin going❤️