Sometimes I wonder, when and where the exact moment the internal switch was flipped in me. Was it always on, or was it, over time, jammed, permanently to be stuck on...on. The switch of addiction, and no there isn’t a visible switch, because trust me I would’ve shut that mother f’er off a long time ago.
It’s been quite some time, but I remember the days I’d sit and think, “well Anna, it’s been...months, I’m sure you can handle a drink or a beer, or maybe just wine”. I basically was sending myself, equipped with a knife, into a gun fight. Not a chance in hell would I ever make it out of that fight unscathed, or even standing.
3.) Laughter, my daughters especially
6.) God’s grace
7.) Unconditional love
8.) Elise Corinne
9.) Jamie Lynn, I don’t know how you do what you and still manage to love me the way you do
Today I stand tall, no pun intended 😏, knowing the world is just a better place when I don’t consume alcohol. I know at 22 months sober, I still don’t know exactly what I’m doing or where I’m going. I sure as hell know this though; I will remember it, I will do my best, and I will love with my all. And, if no one has told you they love you today, I love you!