I’m thankful for my sobriety. There was a stretch of my life when drugs and alcohol controlled me, and if not for the touch of grace, I would not be here typing this entry. That may sound hokey to some, but for me it’s very real. Maintaining sobriety is a challenge, especially when stress and pressure get very high, yet I’m grateful for the strength to control that demon.
There was a seven or eight month period right after my divorce when I lost control and allowed myself to be weak. I drank heavily and often during that time, and I’m ashamed of that weakness. However, I was able to recognize that I was descending back into a place where I didn’t want to be, and I retook control of myself. I’m a much happier person sober than I’ve ever been drunk and high.
I hope this post doesn’t come across as preachy or judgmental because that is not the intent. I don’t judge other people for what they do, and I myself enjoy drinking a cold beer at the end of a long week. I simply no longer drink cold beers until I am hammered. For me, at this point of my life, I am thankful for the strength to maintain my sobriety from one day to the next.
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