every story has a beginning

It was the morning of November 10, 2020. I woke up still drunk from the night before and the previous four day binge. I cracked open a pre-made tequila drink in a can (yes, it tasted just as awful as it sounds). I had three of those cans left and then, I promised myself, I was going to be done forever. (I think I got a little ahead of myself with that thinking, because today, I know that sobriety is one day at a time. It's too overwhelming to think in broad terms of "forever"). I struggled through that day and night - body aches and pains, throwing up what little I had in my stomach every hour, sweating profusely. I knew that if I just made it through that first night, I'd never have to feel that way again if I didn't want to.

November 11, 2020 was the first day I knew my life was going to change and it started by not picking up that first drink. I knew that by giving up one thing - alcohol - I was going to gain everything - my life. I could feel that this time was going to be different. I had had many periods of sobriety prior to that date, but none of them stuck. This time, I could feel the strength and desire that I had to give up drinking. Since that day, I've stuck on a path of re-discovering myself - both past and present. I cannot wait to see what else this journey of re-birth has in store. Thank you for reading!

A farewell to my shadow is not my death, it's my rebirth - Munia