Seven years ago today, I was in rehab, on about six different medications to try to keep me alive but sedated so I wouldn’t have seizures. Because roughly 10% of alcoholics who stop drinking cold turkey are killed by brain seizures.
I was ashamed and terrified but determined to try to live.
I had a dream about a tattoo of that date. My counselor told me it was a bad idea. “First-timers relapse within the first year at the rate of over 75%. You don’t want that reminder when it is important to you to continue to focus on your recovery.”
Well of course that only made me more determined and I said “I will not relapse. But if I DO and I somehow survive that I’ll go back, get an X through this date and get the next one below it. And the next. As many as it takes.”
But I like this one just fine.
Today is seven years later and the shock of abundance & joy in my life grows daily.
Thank you to the friends who stuck around…and the ones who did not.
Thank you to my owner, for showing me the miracles are still happening.