Six Years Sober-What Really Matters

Six Years Sober today. Six years removed from chaos and looking down into that dark, endless abyss.  It has not been an easy climb out, but as I learned to do that first difficult year of sobriety, all I can do it take it one day at at time and put one foot in front the other.  There have been, and there still are other challenges. Body Dysmorphic Disorder. Eating Disorders. Cocaine Addiction and Clinical Depression.  Each an individual battle in itself.  The potpourri of mental illness could have convinced me to throw in the towel. I almost did.  If I had done so,  I would have missed the best part of my life that had not yet been written.  I would have also missed the most important thing in the world to me after my sobriety.  My family.  My girlfriend who stood by me when it would have been so easy to walk away from the idiot addict I was.  My parents and brothers who have stood by me at every turn whether it was into traffic or finding the open lane. I love them all and am the luckiest guy in the world today to be sitting here getting to celebrate my father’s eighty-seventh birthday with my brothers.  Six years ago I could not have said it.  If I had, it would have been a lie.  I look forward to the future. The same as I started.  One step in front of the other.  One day at a time