This morning, my gratitude is extremely profound because it was this morning, January 12th, 367 days ago, that I walked into rehab. And I have not had a drink or put any other mind altering substance, into my body.
God commenced to do for me what I could never have done for myself and I am sober. Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord, for another awesome day of sobriety. And thank you MIP for your amazing warmth, support, and companionship. You guys are incredible. We truly are miracles!
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"And we have ceased fighting anything or anyone-even alcohol. For by this time sanity will have returned."
Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 84
An addict is WHAT I am but it does not define all of WHO I am.
Yay! Yay! Yippie Yay Yay YOU!!!! Happy first birthday and bless bless bless you with many many more! I am cyber mojo ing your cyber A.A. medallion (thats how we do it Colorado)! Keep Coming Back...and thanks for your posts!
Congratulations, that is an amazing accomplishment. You must have moments where you reflect back and can hardly recognize that girl who walked into treatment so lost and broken. I look forward to reading your two year post, and your three year, and so on.
It was pretty miraculous how the simple removal of alcohol from my system removed so much of my insanity. More awaited discovery but I have the tools to deal with what's revealed along the way. I truly thank God for every sober day and so far He has strung together 378 of those days for me.
More recently, I've been blessed with a new challenge, a new substance to detox from if you will. I've been in a toxic and dysfunctional relationship for nearly five years. I gave this relationship my first year sober and, daily, it grows more evident that it is never going to change. Because nothing changes if nothing changes, and while this fella is no longer on the "hard" drugs, he's still a potthead and he's still an a**hole. And the bottom line is, I don't deserve it. He's tried every manipulative thing he could to prevent my moving. From threatening not to take care of our daughter if we move out to threatening to send his son to his mother and return to a life of street crime and methamphetamine. And what I know today is that that is not my stuff. And if he can so easily return to those things, it is because he never really went that far from them.
So, I appreciate your prayers, folks, and am comforted by your frequent notes of support. Enjoy your now and thanks for being a part of mine.
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"And we have ceased fighting anything or anyone-even alcohol. For by this time sanity will have returned."
Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 84
An addict is WHAT I am but it does not define all of WHO I am.
