by Deborah E. Blastic
On my last day of drinking, I sat with my sister's and my mother crying and drinking my last drinks. I expressed the devastation and unfathomable thought of never drinking again. I stated; "You might as well put me six feet under or take my right arm." I was beside myself, for I could not be further painted into the corner. There was no getting out, “the gig was up.”
I had run my family into the ground.
Little did I know...because, you don’t know what you don’t know...
My life was just beginning in a way that I would have never expected.
I never wanted to get sober. It was not a gift I wanted. I did not see it as "a gift."
Taking one day at a time, and moment by moment; this gift is unending and immeasurable. It is a gift beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
My life is worth living without a drink or a drug.
What I once shunned, I now welcome, and want nothing more than to give this precious gift back to those in need.
I am forever grateful and thankful.