I am an alcoholic and addict. I have 3+ years sober from alcohol. I have 3 days sober from opiates, the longest I have had is 1 year. Life is messy, right now, mine is the messiest it has been in quite some time. My husband and I are living with and taking care of his 101 year old father, a role I thought I would enjoy, but loathe.
Our marriage has taken some hits, husband is now drinking to much, and the old man is mean and ungrateful. Through it all I have not picked up a drink, but the call of the pills sometimes is too much to run from.
I have been in and out of AA. I am in right now, all in. My sobriety has once again become my priority, if I loose that, the house of cards I am living in will come tumbling down and all I will have left is rubble.
I am working at it every day, now more than ever.
I have many blessings in my life, I am a very lucky woman, I just need to keep my mind where my feet are, and I think will be able to muddle through. One moment, one day at a time.
I had my last drink on November 30, 2013. I had my last opiate on February 17, 2017.
Running has always been my passion, for the last 18 months, the time we have been caretakers, running has become my life line. It is wonderful, yet it still doesn’t quite the noise. No matter how far or fast I go, the minute my head hits the pillow, the hamster gets on her squeaky wheel.
This is my journal, I need to get the noise out of my head, and this is where it is going to live.