I am starting this blog, my story from the dismal hell out of alcoholism on the 11 month 8 day of my sobriety. Which is also my sobriety date 11/8/15.
I entered Tranquil Shores in Madeira Beach Florida on 11/9/15. I had embarrassed myself for the last time on 11/7/15 at my daughter and son in laws wedding reception. I had gotten a text from her that morning telling me why I hadn't gotten a "thank you" for all the hard work I had put into the reception. The text read (and I am paraphrasing, because in my humiliation I immediately deleted it). "You didn't hear from me yesterday because I was too mad and embarrassed by your actions on one of the happiest days of my life. You were so drunk you don't even remember throwing up in the Alley as WE loaded up everything in the car that you were trying to drive home after rolling around on the ground with a 21 year old. Mom get HELP!!!" Yes, not one of my finest hours. I had another blackout and reading this through tears I thought "oh, shit! I can either clear out the medicine cabinet" which I didn't have anything that would kill me because I took it all to help intensify the effect of the alcohol or I could call to get help. Thank God, I got help. I entered a treatment facility that day! My life immediately got better...not perfect...but better! Today, as I reflect I realize not how far I have to go but how far I have came!
