It didn’t surprise anyone in my life to hear I was going to rehab. I’d been showing up as an alcoholic since I was 16 years old. What did surprise them was the fact that I got and stayed sober. If I was a gambler I’d have placed my bet on NO FUCKING WAY she’ll get sober. Now when I share drinking war stories (if asked) I see the shock on everyone’s faces. The stories are so insane maybe they think I made them up or am exaggerating a bit. The reckless behavior I engaged in and usually instigated was unparalleled. It truly is a miracle I’m alive. I remember being at a Dead show in DC and climbing to the rooftop at RFK and hanging on a beam. I took part in drug deals at midnight in San Salvador. I drove 90 mph over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge while drinking a beer and ingesting some dry goods. The list goes on and on. I used to be proud of these “accomplishments”. I know now that I was a scared little girl just desperate for the madness to end. Alcohol helped lead the way to my hell but there’s no one to blame but me. That being said, there’s no one responsible for my sobriety but me. Life isn’t perfect all day, every day, but it’s a million times better than the hell of addiction. Happy Saturday, sober family. Keep it simple today.