July is my month. I celebrate both a birthday & an anniversary of what I hope will always be the day of my last drink, my last drug.
This year, the birthday was number 53 and the anniversary was number 19. Considerably more than anyone who knew me when I was drinking could imagine and I had no interest in stopping. How that happened is another story entirely. Remind me to tell you sometime. It’s a good story. Read the rest of this entry »
