In approximately 1 1/2 hours, I will be rejoicing in my 2 years of sobriety. I say rejoice because to celebrate would mean that I would be letting the whole “world” come celebrate with me. But to rejoice means that I am quietly taking delight in my own sobriety. I know, I know, I’m posting about it! Is that considered an oxymoron?
It has been, by far, the worst and best 2 years of my life. The first year was spent in the hospital. 4 surgeries, 15 procedures and countless hours of pain, frustration, drugs and battling our failed healthcare system. And I haven’t even touched on the dollar amount!
And let’s not forget the scars that were left physically on my body along with the emotional scars. Just to give you an idea… they removed my gull bladder, my appendix, part of my intestine, part of my colon and my left Fallopian tube. And don’t get me started on the liver and kidney issue!
Did I mention I now have a metal stent in my liver? Oh, and the only way to have any decent energy level would be a transplant!
I actually drank for more than twice my age. But I am no different than many others like me, fighting the battles and demons on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis.
These past 2 years however have been the best 2 years of my entire life. I can not even begin to express the gratitude and love that is in my heart. I actually have a wonderful relationship with my 3 adult children that I did not have before. I have a wonderful relationship with my granddaughter. I found the courage and strength to tell my in-significant other, who continued to drink, to get out. I even took myself off the oxy’s because I knew they were killing me. Oh, the withdrawal from those bad boys.
Did I do this alone? Oh hell nooo!
And for that I am grateful to the many people who have come into my life. I would say I chose to get sober, but the honest truth is that had I not gotten sick (divine intervention) I believe I would still be drinking.
Amy Robach said, “Tell your story. It may save someone’s life.” So, that ‘s what I’m doing. I’m writing my story. Bits and pieces here but mostly in a book. It’s a long story.
My point being, I am grateful for everything I have. And on this 2 year anniversary, THANK YOU! to all that have helped me. I could not have done it alone!
And to those still struggling, know that there is someone out there that knows, that cares and wants to help. It’s ok to ask for help, even if you don’t know how. Just reach out. We are here for you.