My last drink was on January 6th, 2021. January 7th will always be a special date for me because it’s when I finally gave up the drink for good. I surrendered and accepted that alcohol was no good for me. And, it’s the day that I started writing, just a year later.
I almost can’t believe it and even more so, how easy it has been. For so many years, I didn’t want to quit drinking even though I knew it was a problem.
I didn’t know how I would face life without alcohol. It was my crutch, my best friend, and my social elixir while also being my worst enemy.