Six months and one day ago, I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. In other words, I couldn't stop drinking and I was miserable, hopeless, and ashamed. I may not have been clear-headed but I knew for certain that I was on a destructive path. In fact, I realized that I ruining my life. I was actually ruining it. And for what? A drink? That realization was terrifying. I don't have any issue with my friends or family drinking, but I despise what it does to people with alcoholism. I was in deep denial about my addiction for a few years. Fortunately, I hit an emotional rock bottom and was able to have that pivotal moment of clarity. I want to live to my potential so I had to make a change. It was obvious. I could either live a half-assed life of an alcoholic, or I could quit drinking and live the life that I've imagined.
If you had told me that I would be sitting in Tahoe this afternoon, with six months of sobriety under my belt, I would have thought you were high as hell. But here I am. Getting sober is the smartest thing I've ever done and I never want to go back. Life is so much better today.