I Had To Crawl Toward Sobriety.

Me – Shitfaced drunk.

And then I had to lay on my back and look at the ceiling and say, “I need to stop doing this to myself. I’m not having any fun anymore.” Literally. I’m not embellishing here. The title to this post is not – as our new President likes to say – hyperbole.

I think anyone who really wants to get sober – anyone who’s gotten sober enough in the 1st place to understand what that even means – has to do whatever it takes not to swallow alcohol when they want a drink – even if it means crawling away from the idea of buying a bottle. Even if it means crawling away from the bottle next to your couch, chair, or bed. That shit needs to go in the dumpster.

The only way to get sober is to stop swallowing alcohol. Everything else we do to help us do that is secondary. No one makes us drink.

It’s a weird place to find yourself – on the floor – crawling. But if that’s what it takes to get sober – SO BE IT. DO IT. It’s a temporary situation that will result in a permanent improvement if you will only choose to follow through.

Drinking is a choice.

Getting sober is a choice.

Staying sober is a choice.

Everyone can do it.

Published by Jennifer

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

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