Twelve Years

Getting sober was the start. Staying sober is the work. Living sober is the reward.

Twelve years ago today I woke up hungover for the last time.

I’m scratching my head as to what to write next. I’ve told my story so many times I get sick of hearing it. And I pride myself in sobriety being a part of my story, not the story itself. I mean, I should be dead. I likely would be dead. At a minimum I would be divorced and alienated from all t…