Monday June 4 was my 3 month sober anniversary date. I’ve hit 3 months many times in the past 5 years, so in a way I feel weird about celebrating it. But I am, because it’s been hard. In the past 3 months, I’ve dealt with a not entirely voluntary psych day hospital admission, having to give up my apartment, moving into shared accommodation in a sober living place, I’m in the process of packing, moving, and selling my stuff, and I’m declaring bankruptcy. But that’s ok – most days, because I’m sober. And I know that there’s no way I’d be coping if I wasn’t sober.
I’m still taking Antabuse, and plan on continuing it for quite some time. I still go to aftercare groups at my rehab, and I still go to AA, and am active on the Women for Sobriety Boards. I figure I need all the help I can get.
So maybe it isn’t a huge victory, but it’s a big one for me.
Sometimes everything is worth celebrating in recovery.