6.10am
Wake, light myself a candle, put it on Facebook.
Two years, not one drink.
No regrets. Truly, none.
I’ve seen other people’s accounts of getting sober. It sounds like torment and I feel for them and wish them fortitude. But for me it’s been one straight line. Maybe I was just done, after forty short years.
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