It's a great day to be sober. 7 years ago I vividly remember drinking straight from the bottle, hiding it in places I thought no one would find. And blackout every single day. I would be in the hospital every week and I'd be drunk again by the time my feet hit the floor. The month of August is the month at my worst and also the bravest month of my life. My sober date is coming up and like every year I reflect on August as my journey started. August almost ended my story, and also began my story.
~Peace

