6 months, thats how far I've made it in recovery. Until the end of my life that is what it will be. I am recovering from myself and my addictions. Sobriety was just the first set of stairs, I dont know how many more steps there are, but I will continue to climb. Life hasn't gotten any easier, but I have a much clearer head to confront my problems with. There are so many of you to thank and I am doing my best to not disappoint any of you or myself. Come play disc golf with me if you are struggling, I would love to offer help, or just listen to what you need to get off your chest.
Grief and Recovery have a way of sneaking up and hitting you in the feels when you least expect it. Since my car is in the shop I decided to wash some linens and my blanket. Took them out the dryer and all I smell is Charlie. I really miss my dog. I still wish I had been a better person and not let my addiction get in the way of getting him help sooner. I dont know if this is grief, guilt, or glee. I feel everything right now. It still can be overwhelming, his food bowl still has food and has sat in front of his ashes for months now. Its stopped me from making cleaning progress at the moment.
