The year that tried to kill us
2020, huh?! What the hell was that? A global pandemic, a president who was crazy as a shit house rat, Georgia turned blue, Iowa's governor is actively trying to kill her constituents, and I relapsed. I thought I would sneak that in at the end and maybe you wouldn't notice. You would think this is a post about politics and decide to pass on it. I had 2.42 years, 29.12 months, 889 days, and 21, 333 hours of sobriety and then I didn't. I now have 41 days of sobriety. December 30, 2020. I made it almost to the end of that horrific year and then I forgot who I was. I let my addictive brain lie to me and tell me that I could do what I wanted because I'm a grown ass woman. Physically, that high felt amazing. Spiritually and emotionally, I felt dead inside. If there is any testament to the change that has happened in my life, I confessed my sin just a mere 8 hours later. First to my therapist, then to my sponsor, and finally to my wife and son. It's hard to explain the w