Waking up sober has just got to be akin to having a rainbow flow through my veins! If ONLY. I love to write, I love to string words together and I am having one hell of a time trying to describe this sensation of being sober in the morning as I sit here enjoying my coffee and watching my kittens chase each other through my house. When I think about the misery of waking up to withdrawal and wondering where I left my wine – this feels like I’ve won the lottery.
I’ve never done anything in my life, besides having my sons, that is so rewarding. This is priceless!
