The last day out there
Since I'm not having a particularly good day, I figured I would post a thread about the last day out there. It's been 21+ months since I drank or drugged and sobriety has been one long strange trip. I thought I'd put my day in perspective by thinking of my last day out there. On Jan 28th, 2006 (my last day out there) I was a degenerate. I stole powerbars from walgreens to survive. I had no money, no ID's, and no insurance. Hadn't had a job in many months. Was using heroin. Every night when I went to bed I prayed for death. My very first thought every morning was suicide. All day I wondered around the city bumming cigarettes and conning/manipulating people.
Today I have a wonderful, full life. Thank God for keeping me sober today. Thanks.