We used to "joke" that we were good at taking turns at going through crisis- only one of us was allowed to fall apart at a time.
I never thought about what would happen if I stopped falling apart?
I mean... knock on wood and all... it's only been a few months sober, but things keep evening out more and more with me. I feel myself getting stronger and growing up. And it's not like it's been smooth sailing, sh!t has definitely gone down once or twice, but I have kept on keeping on. I haven't fallen apart. I haven't needed rescuing. And the best thing, I haven't picked up. I did everything without alcohol. Never thought this kind of life was possible, so maybe I don't have to fall apart like that anymore. That's hard to picture.
What happens with us, then?
I feel like here's where one day at a time comes in handy, as well as my good friend the serenity prayer.