1 year sober!

What is it that they say? “The days are long but the years are short”, or something like that?

This won’t be as eloquent as I’d like to be, and the more reflective part of myself won’t come out until later today, but I wanted to post as my day starts to get going. I’m so stoked y’all!

I am so so thankful to be where I am. I am so thankful to feel more emotionally stable (what up to all my dual-diagnosis homies) and that I have the opportunity to actually get to know myself. I’m grateful to be alive, and I’m thankful to feel that way at all.

I’ll post something more introspective later today, but right now I’m riding a high of “holy hell I did this” mixed with “and my wife is taking me to Olive Garden tonight”

Life is made of small moments like these :)