One man’s path to sobriety, clear understanding, and second chance at a lot of things.
Today, I awoke with the comfort of knowing that I made the right choice last night to sit at home and write. I went out to exchange an item, came home, a started typing. Shaky hands included. Pissed. Livid. Sad. Whatever. I didn’t drink.
Prompted with “Tell your story….” I sit quietly. Staring. Thinking solely about that very story. The really fucking long one I will start to tell over the next lifetime (or the lifespan of Medium).