Today, February 1st, I celebrate two years of Sobriety. Two years ago on January 31, 2024 I was at my rock bottom. My life was unmanageable and I had given up all hope
I planned a trip to escape all the damage I had caused, drove to the airport and parked in long term parking. Where I was headed did not require a change of clothes or toiletries. I only packed my prescription medications and a fifth of vodka. Where I was headed was either Heaven or H3ll. (Most likely H3ll). Fortunately, the police found me and got me to the hospital.
Yesterday a special friend and I celebrated the two year anniversary of that fateful night and the beginning of my recovery.
Although the last two years have had their ups and downs, I am tankful for the healing and personal growth over these last two years, and look forward to my continued growth in the years to come.
Remember you are loved and your life does matter to those who love you, even if you do not love yourself.