So here I am... The picture on the left was taken 10 days into sobriety (10/17/16) and the right was taken a few days before my 8 months (6/7/17).
I'm feeling optimistic and proud. Courageous and strong. I'm not cured. I'm not perfect. I'm not a saint. I am sober though.
I thought alcohol was my "ride or die" through thick or thin, but that bitch wanted me dead. It's hard to explain to someone who is not an alcoholic or when someone asks me "If I will ever drink again?". It's hard to explain how much better life is NOT HAVING to drink. I read something pretty cool today and I don't remember where I saw it, but it went along the lines of "I'm not willing to start a fire I may not be able to control because I own a lot of flammable shit". And LIGHTBULB!! THIS IS IT!
Who knew you could "yoga your way out of how fucked up you are"? Who knew that essential oils are little bottles of magic? Who knew that a really amazing recovery tribe and a therapist are crucial? Who knew that working out zaps away all that SHIT and those SHIT thoughts? Who knew that you actually DO need to take care of yourself FIRST??
Uhhhh...Why didn't anyone tell me that feeling this good is WAY BETTER THAN ALCOHOL??!!! What did I DO to myself?
So ya.. I guess that's why I'm here. To tell you. To share. To encourage. To support.
(Or you can be like I was and have it all go through one ear and out the other.) Everyone is on their own journey, but I wanted to pass it on...
For anyone struggling: I just want you to know, if I can do it...so can you.❤️❤️❤️