I passed out drunk on the couch in the living room. I woke up when I tripped going up the stairs and caught myself with my left ulna bone snapping in two, like a Kit Kat bar, on the corner of a stair.
Breaking my arm was my rock bottom.
Three years ago-12/30/10
I attended my first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I didn't introduce myself as an alcoholic at the meeting. I didn't think I was. I guess I didn't want to believe that I was.
The awesome people in the meeting that day sent me home with a Big Book, which I thumbed through the next day.
Three years ago-New Year's Eve
A lot of what I was reading hit home.
I decided that night was going to be my swan song. My last hurrah with the demon alcohol.
I took my last drink of an alcoholic beverage a few hours after midnight.
Three years ago today
I spent 1/1/11 with my last hangover.
I gotta tell ya, these have been the best three years of my life. I love my sober date because every new year is a happy new year.
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