Today marks my 8th month of not drinking alcohol.
I am grateful for this.
It means another day, another month of being sane.
Because really, I was acting insane when I was drinking.
I was argumentative, sloppy, lying, driving drunk, and blacking out.
Today marks another day, another month of being content.
Not that things are perfect, but they are what they are.
Not that I can’t improve some things, but I need to start where I am.
Today marks another day, another month of being calmer.
I no longer am creating drama in my life and other people’s lives.
Life brings us enough to deal with without adding extra stress.
Today marks another day, another month of healing.
I am healing both my body and soul.
I now realize that this healing takes time.
Today marks another day, another month of learning.
Each day I don’t drink, I learn how to feel and process my emotions.
I learn how to love both myself and others deeply with compassion.
I can choose to see my life not drinking as half full or half empty.
Is my life better or worse.
Is it all that I have gained, or all I think I am missing.
At 8 months, or 244 days, of not drinking alcohol I can truly say,
I am happy.
To all my friends in recovery who are struggling:
I too struggled for many years. Never give up.