I’m no longer practicing an “attitude of gratitude.”
I haven’t forgotten what I’ve gained, or what I’ve lost. I just feel like I’m at the life after phase of sobriety.
Regularly, poor choices from my past still come back to bite me. I maintain my sobriety, but not as a struggle. I simply fail to see the point in the escape anymore. I don’t require it.
The joie de vivre that came with fresh eyes and a bright outlook is gone, though.
I don’t thrive on negativity. I don’t mope about things. I’ve simply accepted sobriety as fact.
I still do the occasional fun thing or three. Ride my bike. Play a sport. Stroll around the park. Enjoy myself.
It’s not the healing that’s hard.
It’s the aftermath.
And sometimes the aftermath’s aftermath.
I continue to push and drive forward, and it doesn’t feel like a struggle or like I’m forcing myself to do it. I’m living my life.
I’m just excited for the time when I’ve managed to restructure enough that the life I’ve built is no longer so heavily affected by the destruction my past has wrought.
I think that’s where I am in recovery now.
Not struggling to stay sober.
Just building a life after everything that came before it.