Today is my day off. I woke at 10am without an alarm. I instantly spoke to a couple friends- real friends. Friends I have never once partied with, friendships that were built upon a common ground- work and helping others. I got out of bed, I made oatmeal, I put my laundry in, I showered, I folded my laundry. I drove to a meeting. I was late. I walked around the park for a while. I met a program friend, enjoyed an ice cream. I dropped her off. I went grocery shopping. I cleaned my apartment. I ate a chicken salad for dinner. I am off to home group shortly, I am grateful.
Last year on this day, one year to this date- I can't remember the details.. I remember I took a vacation day for the day after because I knew I wouldn't be able to work. I remember working and drinking immediately after work. I went to a party I did not want to go to. I did drugs I swore many times I would never do again. I drank 15 beers amongst other stuff. I sat down on the couch and looked at the people partying. "How the fuck are they smiling?", I thought.
I cracked my beer.. I remember that so perfectly. I should have been so intoxicated. But I wasn't. At this point in my addiction I couldn't escape my mind. The solution drugs and alcohol had been for so long, stopped working and instead added to my misery. The one thing that had been keeping me alive, stopped doing its job. I sipped my beer. I chugged my beer. In that moment, I somehow knew it was my last.
I left the party. I called a friend and told her I wanted to kill myself. I passed out at home. I woke in shame, as many times before. I vomited. I closed my blackout blinds. It was raining.
I went to my first meeting April 21st, 2015. One year ago today April 20th, 2015 was my last day being a slave to alcohol and drugs.
I am looking forward to waking tomorrow to know in a year I did not touch anything more than an Advil. No more lorazepam, no more sleeping pills, and pain killers, no more weed and blow, and molly, no more rum bottles and beers.
Somehow- with the support of AA fellowship, the 12 steps, my sponsor, daily meetings and God, one day at a time I am alive, well, and grateful. I survived all those fears.. of my birthday, christmas, new years, you know what I mean.. when I first got sober, I didn't know how I was going to do anything or ever have any "fun" again because I never did anything sober. Little did I know, I would do all those things still, and more, and receive the purest feeling of doing these things with my whole heart and mind present because for the first time in my life I am learning to love myself.
Sobriety is truly a gift I am honoured to be receiving.