Post by MixedBerryJam on Dec 4, 2014 23:24:01 GMT -5
I can't believe I missed it. i don't actually remember the date, but my last drink was the Sunday after Thanksgiving, 2004, which the google machine tells me was Nov. 28. Holy hell, I seriously would be dead right now if I'd gone through what I've gone through the last ten years (more specifically, the middle five of those years) drinking. I am beyond grateful for where I am; but I still can't say I'll never drink again. Hell, I still don't say I won't drink tomorrow.
I started on this journey as almost a game, to see how long I could actually go, because I was so daunted by that word, "never." 3658 days and counting, apparently.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
... eta: after going through the loss you did, you are living proof that we never have to pick up a drink again. ...
Thanks again! I know it sounds hyperbolic to say, but I absolutely would not have made it through if I'd still been drinking. I know this For. A. Fact. Therein lies my gratitude.