It Only Took 23 Years!

23 Years. POOF.

It took me 23 years, seven residential treatment centers, numerous outpatient treatment, groups, sponsors, meetings, counselors, therapists, hospitals and jail to finally figure out that if I wanted to get sober and stay sober, I had to continue doing one thing – the same thing – not drinking. That’s it. That one thing. Everything else and anything else I did or might do was secondary. I wanted desperately to get sober and to stay sober, but that didn’t matter either. I had to become a non-drinker, which meant that no matter what the fuck happened or how I felt about it – drinking was not an option. I had loads of OTHER options – but not drinking.

I think that becoming a non-drinker, permanently, is a place folks have to move into inside their own heads. Some folks need help staying in there, others do okay on their own. Either way – it’s no small miracle to arrive and move-in for the duration.

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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