Friday, March 5, 2010

It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

It's been 7 months and I'm so grateful for being able to make it this long without a drink. I'm glad I'm sober and have my head on straight because, let me tell you, if I didn't, I'd be on one hell of a bender right now. But everything happens when it's supposed to happen. I have to believe this or I'll go insane.
Someone I love is sick right now. Really really sick. And it's worse than was originally thought. I need to be sober to deal with it. I need to stay sober for her. She needs to know that she can call me anytime, day or night, and I'll be fully there for her. It's not all about me, it's all about her. I gave her the gift of my sobriety and damned if I'll take it away from her now, when she needs me most.
She's given me so much, it's the least I can do in return.

I will be here for you, sister. All of me for all of you.

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