I got one day of sobriety. Gonna call July 1st my first day for simplicity’s sake.
An old friend passed away. Fentanyl. I got the news and I stayed up til 4am drinking every last drop of hard liquor in the house.
Wife woke me up asleep at the dining room table and I was a disruptive sleepwalking beast. Trying to open all the wrong doors and making fusses about everything. You know the deal. She wasn’t happy.
It’s been years since my last fuckup and I thought I had the booze under control but the bottom line is if a single blackout can ever happen it is too scary and too risky to keep this shit up. Especially with kids. They’re getting older and I can’t let them see this. I didn’t grow up with that burden and they shouldn’t either.
To my dead friend, I’m not going to let this go to waste, I’m going to let you inspire me to turn this ship around. I’ve quit before and I can do it again. No more poisoning myself. No matter what.
Joining this community today and hopefully staying forever.