On July 9, 1994, I drank a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer after I mowed the lawn. The next day I drove to Havre de Grace, Maryland with my six year old son to visit my then wife and his mother. She had just been admitted to a top tier alcoholism rehabilitation facility. That was the last drink I ever had.
I have had very vivid drinking dreams during this time of recovery, but I didn’t drink. I have worked the 12 Steps of Recovery. More than that, I have had the desire to stay sober above all else.
A lot of selfishness has melted away. A lot of compassion has come to fill that void created. I’m not perfect, not even close. I’m just glad that nightmare has been over for the last twenty five years.
Mr. & Mrs. McDaddy said:
Congrats, David. ♥
Thanks. Great feeling. Met some beautiful people along the way who touched my life and made me just that more compassionate and understanding.
congrats to you….stay strong David x
Life of Elliott... said:
In 1996 I finished the last four cans of Budweiser in my fridge and never looked back. It’s the desire to be sober that counts, without it there’s no hope. I’m glad we both found and kept it. It wasn’t easy. Nice post.
Thanks. Good job on 23 years