Underneath it all was grief. Grief about what is and what was. Facing it. Feeling it. It seemed easier when I was ignoring it.
Next week, God willing, I’ll be celebrating 35 years of sobriety. The growing and changing never stops. Being here in this moment? Boy, that is not always fun.
I’m grateful to be here to witness it, though. Being alive never gets old. Just hard some days.
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