Last New Year’s Eve, I was just over three months into my sobriety. Things had been difficult, but not excruciating. I felt I was on my way, trudging the path with a fair amount of success- I hadn’t had a craving in weeks, and I felt sure that I was solid in my program and my sobriety.
I remember being both nervous and excited for NYE. There has always been something special about New Year’s for me, such a promise held in that one second between this year and the next. It was a new start, a clean slate- a new chapter of life awaiting, perfectly bookmarked by the beginning and end of a year. It had always been a happy, celebratory time, and I thought that this year could still hold that same special place for me without drinking. Continue reading
