Sober Blog

I don’t keep any alcohol in the house because I am a real alcoholic. Although it has been many moons since I had a drink, I know that it is cunning, insidious and powerful. I awoke many mornings in the old days baffled as to how I had yet another hangover when I set out with such determination the night before. I was sure I didn’t want to get looped and yet there, against my will, it happened again.
I don’t keep booze in the house because with this disease, I don’t know when or how it will strike and I prefer to keep constant vigilence. There can be a split moment when it looks at me and before I know it, I could be lifting a glass with poison in it to my lips.
Of course, there are many things I need to do to stay spiritually fit so that alcohol has no relevance in my life, but good housekeeping is also part of a healthy lifestyle. I find when someone brings over wine for a dinner party and there is a leftover bottle, it bothers me the way a mosquito in a room does. I don’t know if it will bite me, but I am surely not taking any chances.

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