What's your sober date?
My sober date is June 3rd, 2019. What is yours? Please share your stories and dates with me and remember you are not alone #iAMsober #ODAAT
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What's your sober date?
My sober date is June 3rd, 2019. What is yours? Please share your stories and dates with me and remember you are not alone #iAMsober #ODAAT
This is sooooo true for this holiday season! YOU CAN GET THROUGH IT! Never forget that we are in sobriety for ourselves not for your family, kids, significant other! One foot in front of the other! You do not have to be anything special just be the NEW YOU! . PPRAYING FOR YOU 🙏 Reposted from @shopsobrietyswag Remember nothing is worth your sanity or your #soberdate #sober #sobriety #sobrietyrocks #lovesober #livesober #soberaf #recoveryispossible #soberlife #soberliving #sobernation #addiction #recovery #odaat #cleanandsober #wedorecover #sobermemes #soberissexy #soberrevolution #sobertribe #sobermovement #aa #na #alcoholicsanonymous #recoveryjourney #addictionrecovery #recoveryrocks #recoveryispossible #justfortoday (at The Lynn Family Home) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6dp02YglIF/?igshid=jj4bouxkkd39
Exactly! Truth Bomb there brother @jonjeremypics Credit to @jonjeremypics : ...We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit, and you will surely meet some of us as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny🤗 #sobriety #sober #soberlife #CleanandSober #soberdate #soberbirthday #soberseptember (at 2000 Riverside Apartments) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpN6r6vBKUl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hctbregapm9u
Roll call! What's your clean/sober date? #sobriety #recovery #cleandate #soberdate #sober #wedorecover
100 days sober and it sure as fuck wasn't easy. Most days I want to quit and give into my vices that call so loudly in the silence of my grandmothers basement.
But fuck.. I did it, man.
Saturday i'm supposed to attend this get together/party whatever the fuck you care to call it. There's going to be drinking and i'm not so sure if i'm ready for red solo cups and kids having conversations over a cigarette not knowing what they're actually spewing out of their drunken throats.
Not knowing if the smell of their drinks are going to bring back repressed memories terrifies me yet I feel so stagnate in my recovery I feel like I need to challenge myself.
Part of me knows i'm lying to myself. Part of me wants to go to get my hands on a drink; I know that. I have no control and the other half of me hates myself for that.
Cheers to one hundred horribly miserable challenging days clean accompanied with nightmares and maybe one hundred more.