I sit and wonder sometimes why I haven’t picked up a drink these last twenty years. I’ve had all the usual ups and downs. Tragic loss of close friends, decline of independence, anxiety and depression, health issues, bullying, covid, increased worry of the future, marginalization……..well, you get my drift. Maybe because I know that the outcome if I kept drinking would be far worse than all those issues put together. My premature demise. A realization I had that drove me to seek help to stop drinking. I tried to stop drinking on my own. I tried everything under the sun what I refer now to as home remedies. I needed the help from experts. I found a twelve step program. It helped me in so many ways. Not just with my alcoholism, but also how to deal with life on life’s terms. My program was free, open 24/7, organized with few rules. I didn’t have to speak, say my name or indicate I was alcoholic. Many people were there that weren’t alcoholic. They were there to listen and be educated for whatever reason. Well, I listened all right and made my decision to keep going back. I like to give credit when credit is due. I have to give credit to my program for keeping me from drinking because of what life has thrown at me these last twenty years. I think even if I wasn’t an alcoholic, I still could have benefited from the program.
My hat off to anyone who reads part of my story and might remember a little something from it that could help them in their own personal journey. 💖