4 years ago today, i lost my mom. Then i lost my way. My drinking problems turned into complete chaos. Oh, i was functional as in i went to work. But the beer turned into a shot of mixer with my rum... Vodka. Whatever. But i could sleep, not feel. 4 years. Then I woke up. Woke up from my fog. Also woke up in my room above the garage with my dog stressed out standing guard watching mama. Didnt remember the evening ending. I got up went to bed, I woke up and had a few drinks knowing that I wanted to try to quit and I wanted to prolong the withdrawal. 112 days later I'm still sober. I haven't been sober this long since 1995.
I felt the grief drunk, i feel it sober. I won't be hungover. Won't have to make excuses.
Its a beautiful day here in Western Pennsylvania.