Anniversaries for Quitters
I had my first conscious, meant to, drink when I was 11. I started binge drinking at 14. By the time I was 18 I was regularly blacking out. I went to rehab the first time at age 22. I have been in and out the rooms ever since. I never expected to live past age 25. I have no idea how to be 44. I expected my rock bottom would be Motley Crue level drunkenness followed up with a line of coke, a bong hit, and a night (Or several) in jail. Instead, I became a housewife and stay-at-home Mama who occasionally drank more than I should and maybe when the doctor prescribed 2 pills, I took 4 (or 6...let’s be honest). I didn’t expect it to be my last drink when I had that last drink. I went to an event, drank half a beer and then told my friend Sarah I was tired of feeling like shit and I quit. It was a few months later that I realized it might be more of a problem than I thought. So, I went back in those rooms and listened to the stories from the old timers and tried to work the program the right