I attended my first group meeting today – three hours talking about addiction. After leaving the meeting, I felt happy. I found a place where I can openly talk about my issues, where I can let go of the pain that eats me every second of every day. I’m not choosing sobriety, I’m not choosing abstinence. I’m choosing to surrender and accept the fact I have a problem and I cured my depression with alcohol, drugs and sex for too long. This time is over. As a commitment to my recovery, I threw away all my bottles of scotch down the chute. I said a prayer and I let them fall far from my reach. I don’t need to be drunk to enjoy life. I don’t need to drink to write.
I just have to keep focusing on myself, and the road to happiness will show up. I’m sure of it.