I got sober 15 months and 28 days ago. Getting sober was an ending to my drinking, my hungover self-loathing, my afternoon naps, and diligently watching the time waiting for wine o’clock,so I could begin the ugly cycle again. Getting sober was the beginning of becoming healthier; mentally and physically. I began to be responsible for my actions, and feelings. I started to develop better, deeper and more open personal relationships with the people I care about. Getting sober meant I had to deal with life on life’s terms, and feel those feelings I had been drowning in alcohol and prescription narcotics. Although not always easy, fun or even something I want to do, getting sober feels like it was the beginning of me as a real person. In retrospect, I wish I had had the fortitude to do it much sooner.
I have had one heck of a sober first year. I have written a lot about seeking and believing in a higher power. I have had great difficulty understanding giving my life over to this unknown anomaly and basically not being a believer. Looking back over the last 15 months of my life, I now have a distinct impression that I have had a guiding hand on my back the whole time. I have been through a lot of personal and emotional turmoil in the last 15 months. There have been beginnings and endings and beginnings again. The timing of these events has been unprecedented, and on a linear aspect, quite amazing the way it has all played out.
My life has come full circle,an ending has come to the new beginning that started 7 years ago. We have just sold our house in Tennessee and are moving back north to New York.
New York is where my relationship with my husband began. We ended our time there for a new beginning in the south with my son. He has since grown up, ended his time here, and begun anew in Illinois. His leaving the nest was very painful for me. I knew my job was to raise him with wings to fly, yet when it was time for him to use those wings, I wanted to clip them and keep him with me, I was not ready for the ending to this chapter of my life. He is flourishing in his new beginning, he is happy, making great money, and becoming the person I always knew he could be, what a great beginning.
When I ended my life in Massachusetts, I left my mother behind, as my son left me, it was time for me to move my life into a new beginning with a new husband and a new home. Experiencing the beginnings and endings in my mothers life were fraught with emotion. In September of 2013, I moved my healthy mother from Massachusetts to Virginia. In August of 2014, I moved my moderately sick mother from Virginia to Missouri. In February, upon her death, I was tasked with the chore of culling through her things yet again. My brother and I distributed, packed, stored and threw away the contents of my mothers life. I was involved in all of my mother’s new beginnings. Overwhelmingly followed by her devastating ending.
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bserving my father in law head toward his ending He is now 99 1/2 years old and still living alone.
Our new beginning is going back for the ending. We are moving in with him to help him. We both know this is the beginning of the end for him, that is why we have made the decision to return north.
We will again experience a new beginning, we are lucky, right now it is on hold, the ending has to come first.