It’s been 15 days since I had my last drink.
I sit a lot at night and wonder how I got through some of those nights where I can’t even remember how I got to the bedroom, what I did or said, what I forgot to do, picking myself up off of the floor after I had blacked out–all those lovely memories. Oh, and getting lots and lots of stitches–my favorite!
This isn’t one of those posts where I go “Hello! I’m Joe and I’m an alcoholic”…or anything like that. It’s just a small celebration.
I’ll always want alcohol. Hell, I want it right NOW. But what I want more is to hold my head up as a husband, father and grandfather and general human being and not continue to embarrass and injure myself or my family anymore. I want to be able to channel my energy into this arena, dear reader, where the high lasts a helluva lot longer and I don’t have a hangover the next day…just more ideas.
This will be a fight to the finish and a bare-knuckled one at that; but I’m going to win it. You may see a crap ton of new and crazy writings out there or a sudden slew of horror stories, mindless haikus, endless ramblings or absurd rants but they will be ones from my imagination and my rational mind and not the raving, lunatic, drunken schmuck that was in control before.
Anyway, 15 days on—a lifetime to go.
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