On my year anniversary, celebrating one year in sobriety, I decided to reblog my post written on this day a year ago! YAY ME! I am beyond grateful for this ridiculous year. The hardest, yet most fruitful, year of my entire life. Entire. Life. Amen to the powers that be. I wouldn’t be here today to even talk about it, if it weren’t for one last effort.
I tell ya what. There was one very specific & defining moment in my life and it has replayed over and over. His story repeats itself. Her story creates itself. Both are true for me.
15 years ago, I was in the Louvre, in France, hungover as anyone could possibly be after a night out on town. Today, I am in a diner in Pennsylvania, eating my last meal before I leave for rehab.
Story still remains the same. Story still holds true, after all these years…I see the same message printed on a plaque for sale at the diner giftshop. “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.”
15 years ago, I was obviously in a different mind set. I was a kid for cryin’ out loud. I had the whole world in front of me. I had everything. Today, I have lost almost…
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